Cross My Heart and Pinky Swears

Two things I recently discovered/got myself into.

The first is making promises for things I normally don't intend to do.
Promises, to mi, are sacred. I don't take them lightly, cause they involve some level of trust that I feel honoured to have and bestow upon others. I expect and trust others to keep their promises to mi, and so I endeavour to do the same. So I try not to make promises I won't or don't believe I can keep. Usually, this involves promises that have to do with myself or changing something about mi or dropping a habit, things of that nature. Mostly because this involves coming to terms with the fact that I have to let go of something I don't necessarily want to in the given moment, or haven't thought about letting go in the given moment. And I have to do this because I included the binding phrase 'I promise' to the equation. This is completely a game changer. I have this as a cardinal rule - never making promises I can't keep, i.e., involving a change in myself. I, however, went ahead and broke said cardinal rule.

The second is keeping secrets.
Don't get mi wrong, I keep secrets very well. Just my definition of a secret has, drastically, changed. I understood a secret as a. something other people did not know and b. other people being those who know you. So if I know A and B are secretly dating among my friends from Germany for instance, and I am back in Nigeria talking to some friends about life in Germany, saying 'oh A and B are dating' as I show them pictures of my friends from Germany is fine (I thought) because they don't know each other and probably never will. Apparently, that's not the case. Not only is A and B's secret dating a secret, but the fact that I know that is also a secret as long as A and B want it to be. Essentially, a secret is not based on what I want it to be but on what the source deems it to be. So if A and B say knowing them is a secret, I have to respect that fact (as well as figure out if I am okay with that arrangement).
Funny enough, keeping secrets based on the other party's requirements, though different, isn't as tasking as I thought it would be. It also makes mi feel.... like more of a friend?? I mean if you're the only one that knows something about someone, it makes you two's relationship unique??

In case you were wondering, yes, I am on break and yes, I now have an amazing amount of free time on my hands. Lots of random ramblings to come. And I would also be publishing one of the books (or two) this break....should be fun.

xo