There is no better sense of achievement to a middle aged woman, than conquering a piece of electronic equipment.
It took some time, and much angst, gritted teeth and almost tears, but voila, I'm up and running with my very first blog!
Well, I've found a title, and a domain (huh?) and am burbling away. I'm pretty sure that if blogs were measured on the same scale as IEB school reports, I'm a steady 2 - ie, elementary achievement. A long way from the 6 or 7 I demand from my son.
Still, a beginning is always a fine thing, and a reason to break out the bubbly and celebrate.
Again.
2012 has been the year of non stop celebration - a series of 50th birthdays, happy travels with dear friends, my beloved sons' fledging and taking off, in more ways than one. Completing my Journalism Course. Finalising the sale of my business. Renting out my flat in the city, and looking forward to a year of travel and change to come.
Of course, all this joy and happiness has been tempered by the sudden death of my mother, and what feels like a flood of similar deaths and dire illnesses amongst my friends' mothers. 2012 has brought quite unbearable hardship and struggle to so many people that I know.
Life is about balance. Joy is sweeter for pain endured, we celebrate and struggle in equal measure. Perhaps that is why dry wine and sour jelly worms are my favourites - the eyewatering, cheek sucking shock, followed by the crisp freshness and relish - leaving behind a yearning for more.
It really is true that our lives run in cycles. We got married, had children, watched them grow to late teens / early 20's, and now have entered the cycle of parental death. I suppose weddings, grandchildren and retirement are next on the agenda.
Rhubarb - I'm not ready for that yet. My mental age is about 30, and I intend to ignore the creaks, groans, aches and pains that my abused body presents daily. Abused in terms of the fuel I feed it, and the care I give it. I still think the most pointless invention I've seen this year, is the resealable chocolate wrapping. A RESEALABLE choccie wrapper - who on earth do they think leaves half a bar of chocolate uneaten, and carefully reseals it for another day? Duh! As for sport and exercise -I ignore the first, and flop grudgingly through the latter, a duty required by middle age; like black cohosh and red clover.
Anyhow, I'm going off point. A blog, apparently, is THE thing that new, aspiring writers HAVE to have. It's quite a frightening prospect, really, who is going to read the damn thing? Who has the time to surf the internet, in the hopes of stumbling across someone's rambling scribble? And more importantly, just what am I going to fill the pages with?
A fun look at life around us, hopefully. Mingle a passion for environmental issues, with a rather bizarre sense of humour, and an insane desire to pound away at my keyboard, picking words and crafting sentences that make my heart smile.
And if the blog resonates with you, makes you laugh and encourages you to attach a GR (Green Rand) price to your daily life and activities, becoming a more thoughtful citizen on this planet, well then, my heart will broadly beam!
Take care
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