Safe Guarding Secrets

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There is nothing more satisfying than the revelation of a safely guarded secret except for taking a whizz after holding it the entire way home I suppose. The sense of relief is comforting and quite fittingly describes metaphors of otherwise bursting heads. This has all lead to a conversation I had earlier this evening.

I told my boss that I no longer had the heart (did I ever?) for public relations in the Malaysian corporate sector.

If you were once like me and thought that public relations was a career filled with VIP guestlists and flutes of champagne, allow me to burst that bubble.

Public relations in Malaysia can encompass everything from making coffee to waking up to an American time zone to take a conference call. Press releases are barely the tip of the iceberg and most of our time is spent juggling numerous accounts.

But if you are willing and ready for a career in PR, don't be disheartened, I know some of the best people in the industry and they are utterly content with their jobs.

Back to secret keeping. I have never been much of a guardian of secrets. I tend to get overexcited at the thought of a secret, even if the secret had little or no impact on my own life. All through high school, I spilled secrets, but never to just anyone. Only to my mother.

I suppose my mother is the only person I would ever trust with a secret of my own so sharing the secrets of others with her felt like the less treacherous option.

But in more recent times, I find myself savouring secrets. Suddenly I don't feel the urge to share everything any more.

Some things are now just a personal choice and whether it be to avoid public judgement or hide insecurities from those close to me, I now choose to stay mum.

The ironic part about secret keeping is that it stirs an internal dialogue, one I always lacked having from my constant need to share with others. Now I can smile or giggle at the thought of a secret and rest assure that nobody can share this with me.

I own it.