Unlike our parents we were open. We shared our insecurities, wine and bodies at Woodstock. Then I went off with my backback to Spain. There my open nature was seen as charming. I got various kinds of jobs, everything from translating to serving coffee in a cafe on Calle de San Francisco in Barcelona.
Eventually, we all "grew up," at least enough to land good corporate jobs. There was no need not to be open with others. Even if what we confided was used against us, the world was one of professional opportunity.
Then came the 21st century. Times changed. There was less opportunity. And, alas, we had aged. There was little margin for error.
I was slow to grasp that. Foolishly I was open with classmates from Seton Hill University, Greensburg, Pennsylvania about a professional reversal in 2003. Maybe they meant to be helpful by piling on the advice, especially on Facebook. Maybe they were enjoying my struggle to turn around my business. Whatever. How I regret that whole enchilada.
The brutal lesson learned: Be circumspect. With just about everyone. There is no need and lots of potential peril in sharing details about one's professional life.
That's why we crave intimacy so much. I do have a friend I can be open with. About 90 percent of the time he doesn't disappoint me in his response.
Yes, simultaneously I continue to be open to life. That's exactly why my communications boutique has caught fire.