La Vie Et La Danse

I’m an over-sharer. I tell everyone all of my business, all of the time, especially when I’m excited or nervous. It rarely works out in my favor.
For example, my first year at University, I had an astronomically large crush on this Jamaican who lived in my dorm. (In retrospect, the guy wasn’t really that great, and the size of the crush was disproportionate to his crush-worthiness, but I digress.) As with all of my hopes, dreams, and exciting news, I couldn’t keep it to myself, or to just a few friends, or even just to all of my friends.
Instead, I told just about every single person I encountered about my crush. This is only a slight exaggeration. I told my classmates, my favorite professors, everyone whose path I crossed at the dormitory–including the residents, the front desk personnel, and cleaning staff,–and I even confided in this hater named Rose who then told my crush I’d said that I loved him, wanted to marry him and then have 15,000 of his kids. (I admit I probably said this, but jokingly–kind of–and in confidence.)
I’ve been this way ever since I’ve had “business” to spill. Which brings me to this–I shared prematurely on this blog about my trip. As soon as I’d purchased my ticket to Istanbul, I posted that I was going to Turkey for a week, then to Egypt for two months, then to Turkey again for another week. Well! I’ll have to take that back. Looks like my plans will change because of another, very exciting opportunity I just got. And I’m not sharing it. At least not here. Not yet, anyway.