If you’re wondering what’s going on around here then you’re not alone.
You’re never alone!
I’m wondering the same thing. I know I write this blog but half the time I don’t know who I am let alone what I’m doing, and there’s many an occasion when I return to the room wading through a predicament.
Lots of predicaments.
Life is one big one.
When a muddle brought me a quandary, brought me plight and trouble — when having stability might’ve served me well — this blog gave me the voice I never had.
It’s a little odd because I’m a little odd.
It’s quite reactionary because I’m quite like that.
It aims to discover something new in every post because that’s one of life’s beauties.
It fails sometimes, too, because that’s life. At least, that’s what people say. Flying high in April, shot down in May…
It sometimes goes over-dramatic or it downplays, all the while sarcastic and excruciatingly blunt.
Sometimes, it never gets to the point.
Sometimes there was a point but it birthed child-points that leave what gets posted very odd. Very strange.
There are posts I can’t re-read.
There are posts that I re-read to get a reaction. I taunt myself with these posts sometimes. I am my own bully.
And there’s love.
There’s my little man Myles (best mate’s son) and my friends and family.
There are adventures and silly things done.
There are things that make me laugh, although I do have a warped sense of humour.
There’s a silver lining, sort of. A strive for hope at least.
Through it all, it’s written. I love writing. Writing is who I am.
This me I be
It’s me. My voice. I don’t know what else to say about it.
I suppose, ‘love it or loathe it’ springs to mind.
I did loathe this blog when I started it but it’s grown on me.
It goes to show that we all need to love who we are.
Are you your own best friend?