“The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills.’ – Ernest Hemingway
Hello, good evening and welcome to my blog. It’s a been a few long years since I last put fingertip to keyboard and the excitement is palpable. It’s been so long that all the publications, I used to write for, no longer exist. If you ever read the old blog, bless you, well done, I’ve no idea whether this will offer more of same because I can’t remember what I wrote about before. An awful, awful lot of water has gone under the bridge since then. The coming weeks and months are likely to be little more than a splurge of the inane ramblings of my mind. A mind, that if you read, is likely to be exposed in all its glory. I am nothing if not honest.
The truth is that coronavirus has really worked a number on me. In a matter of months, I’ve turned from a (mostly) happy yummy mummy who spent her days running around the dining table shouting ‘fee fi fo fum’ and making copious amounts of cloud dough, into a giant ball…no, that’s a lie… a teeny tiny, pint-sized ball of unfulfilled….(gesticulates wildly searching for a good word and settles upon….) EVERYTHING. It’s like a kind of coviderangement has set in. I have returned to my teenaged self, my head bursting with thoughts, and the only sane thing to do appears to be to write them all down before I explode.
It is possible that some of this may be due to the fact that I have had the virus and, for me, it was a nasty cold. No temperature, no breathlessness, just a blocked-up nose, a loss of sense of smell and a bit of a tickly cough. While people younger than me are dying and suffering long term health implications, I had a cold. I’m sure that there are probably far more like me, and I am in no way special, there is, nevertheless, a tremendous feeling of ‘there but for the grace’. If I’m still here, whole and hale, I feel that allowing myself to continue to drift through life is no longer an option. I need to embrace the possible. I need to embrace myself, right or wrong. Maybe the crazy girl was always here, maybe I just hid her away at the back of mind and now she’s come out to play again. I do hope you like her because she doesn’t seem to want to go back.
As a result, you can look forward to a feast of my thoughts and feelings on a multitude of different subjects. I’m fairly sure that I should be working to build a ‘brand’, if I want people to pay me again, but I firmly believe that a good writer can write about anything, in any tone, that their client desires, so I’m not writing this to showcase what I can do. It is entirely a self-indulgence, a therapy, if you will. An opportunity to express myself.
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