Opinions and comments

Oh dear. I seem to have rattled a few cages with some of my recent posts. Although not my intention, it is an obvious risk when I write as I do. It is fine for me to say that this is my blog and I will write as I wish, but I put links to my posts on my Facebook page and my Twitter feed, thus offering them up to the people who have got to know me outside of the internet. It can be difficult to square my wish to write as openly as I can with my wish to be sensitive to the feelings of those who may recognise the people and events I refer to. Remember readers, this blog is a collection of my thoughts and opinions on a mix of random topics. Just as a conversation can reveal differences in views amongst friends, so my interpretation of events as put down here is likely to differ from how others may have experienced the same situation.

Another of the perils of writing such a personal blog is the risk of becoming narcissistic. I read this very funny post yesterday How To Write A Blog: 10 Obligatory Blog Posts Every Blogger Has To Write At Least Once | The Official How To Blog. which made me both laugh and cringe at my own guilt on a few of the points mentioned. I think we should all be able to laugh at ourselves from time to time. I will try hard not to take my writing too seriously; please feel free to do the same!

In keeping up with current affairs I do develop opinions on some serious topics, but rarely feel competent enough to comment immediately and directly. I seem to need time to mull over what I am thinking; to put my thoughts in some sort of order. Having written a general post on societies acceptance of women being at fault if they are sexually assaulted  (The unacceptable passing remark « neverimitate.), I read with interest the various newspaper comments and blog posts on the Steubenville case in America and the rape culture that is prevalent and accepted there. Two that stood out were I Am Not Your Wife, Sister or Daughter. I Am A Person. | The Belle Jar. and Listen to Steubenville Because It Speaks | Banjos and Bordeaux. The apologists for the perpetrators of this crime make me despair, but at least there is now a debate going on. Let me know what you think of these posts.

I started this blog as a way of taming the jumble of thoughts that were rambling around inside my head. Just as I start my spring cleaning at home with a good clear out, so writing my thoughts down in this way is helping me to restore order; I have found it very therapeutic. It is always interesting to know what people think of what I write and I welcome the comments that I get, especially as the majority of them have been encouraging, constructive and reflective. I have had to put up with just the one troll but I guess that is another peril that can be hard to avoid if publishing publicly. Just as in the outside world most people will behave reasonably most of the time, so on a blog the vast majority of readers can be welcomed.

I don’t plan to stop writing and I do hope that people keep reading. I also realise that I have just written a blog post about writing a blog post which must count as one of my 10. I’m working my way through that list nicely.


Escaping the New Year Blues

Three weeks into the New Year and I have still to escape from the black cloud that engulfed me over the festive season. I seem to be swinging wildly between a dogged determination to achieve the goals I have set myself and a strong desire to just curl up in bed. I have spent entire days walking, swimming, working out at the gym and totally avoiding food (that last bit seems necessary as I would like to lose a bit of weight). On other days I have procrastinated over the simplest tasks, eaten stupid amounts of junk food and ended the day exhausted, having achieved nothing but a heightened sense of self loathing. This won’t do at all.

Yesterday evening I stumbled across a blog with this great post: http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.co.uk/2010/06/this-is-why-ill-never-be-adult.html

Now, like every other mother I know, I try to be the best mum I can to my kids – even when they are driving me mad – so I do get the important stuff done. What I am not so good at is the rest and this is what I loved about the post. Just occasionally I go through periods of time when I am cleaning the house properly, baking fresh bread for my family, arranging to see friends and feeling unbearably smug about my achievements. Do I even want to be this domestic goddess type person? Believe me, I do not fit that particular mould. If I can switch off from what I think the rest of the world expects from me then I am quite happy at home, alone, drinking copious amounts of coffee and surfing the net. This does not make me a bad person but is not good for my mental health long term.

This morning, after I had got the kids off to school, I decided to give myself permission to go back to bed with my teddy bear, my computer and a large cup of coffee. I have read the mainstream news, laughed out loud at some blog posts and caught up with the stuff my cyber friends are allowing me to share with them. Then I thought that I would indulge myself just a little more and set up my own blog.

Take a moment here to consider that leap. I know that plenty of people have blogs these days. There are some very clever, witty and intelligent writers out there and I do not expect to be one of them. I am doing this as an indulgence, as a therapy, as an outlet for what creativity I possess. I guess I am nervous that I will be read and found wanting but, just as I have the choice to write, you have the choice to read (or not).

If you have got this far then hello. I am embarking on a new journey. You are welcome to join me.

ImageThis mornings Blog HQ: bed, computer, teddy, coffee