I was driving down Pacific Coast Highway the other day.  The top was down and my hair was blowing through the wind of the hot sun.  Instantly, my attention went from the scenery of the beautiful coast to the scenery in my mind of exquisite words that I had not heard before.  I listened intently as I moved the volume on the stereo from low to high.  The singer’s voice had a gentle, familiar sound.  “I don’t care if the world knows what my secrets are. So What.”  Wow, that sentence was intense, as I have been one to keep my secrets locked deep within.  
 
And, then it hit me, when I began the journey of “staceyinsideout” and entered the world of blogging, (lol …if that’s what this is) I had no idea what any of it would really look like.  Since its inception, I realize that my secrets are slowly being revealed.  I talk about what’s truly going on in my life, not that my life is so entertaining, but, so that maybe, someone out there can get a laugh, grab a tear, feel understood and not alone. Perhaps someone felt the same way when they realized the need for reading glasses, (see Blog “Suite 408.”)  So, if my words touch someone, just one person even, then that’s what it’s all about.  My innermost thoughts unveiled.  And, the fear of disapproval, because of my secrets, has been replaced by a simple, song of acceptance.  “Secrets,” by Mary Lambert has had a profound impact on me as a woman, a mom and a friend.  Here’s to not caring about our silly secrets!  Really, “so what?”  Enjoy!

 

“Secrets”
Mary Lambert
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LhsydotO7t8
 
I’ve got bi-polar disorder
My shit’s not in order
I’m overweight
I’m always late
I’ve got too many things to say
I rock mom jeans, cat earrings
Extrapolate my feelings
My family is dysfunctional
But we have a good time killing each other
 
[Pre-Chorus:]
They tell us from the time we’re young
To hide the things that we don’t like about ourselves
Inside ourselves
I know I’m not the only one who spent so long attempting 
to be someone else
Well I’m over it
 
[Chorus:]
I don’t care if the world knows what my secrets are (secrets are)
I don’t care if the world knows what my secrets are (secrets are) 
So-o-o-o-o what
So what
So what
So what
 
I can’t think straight, I’m so gay
Sometimes I cry a whole day
I care a lot, use an analog clock
And never know when to stop
And I’m passive, aggressive
I’m scared of the dark and the dentist
I love my butt and won’t shut up
And I never really grew up
 
[Pre-Chorus]
 
They tell us from the time we’re young
To hide the things that we don’t like about ourselves
Inside ourselves
I know I’m not the only one who spent so long attempting to be someone else
Well I’m over it
 
[Chorus:]
I don’t care if the world knows what my secrets are (secrets are)
I don’t care if the world knows what my secrets are (secrets are)
So what
So what
So what
So what
I don’t care if the world knows what my secrets are (secrets are)
I don’t care if the world knows what my secrets are (secrets are)
So what
So what
So what
So what 
(I don’t care if the world knows what my secrets are)
So what
So what
So what
So what

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