In fact I used to do this regularly, and by this I mean blog, or journal, or vent great big dollops of words everywhere. I’m not sure why I stopped but I suspect it was a whole pile of things stapled together. Life got complicated, children got complicated, my physical health got very complicated, my mental got equally complicated. So lets just say it was a rough few years where it was easier to post pretty pictures on Instagram, or quip on Twitter than it has been to risk the introspection that can come from any kind of journaling.

So why am I starting again? Well it’s certainly not because my physical or mental health is all sorted. There have been some recent challenges to both… but I’m not quite ready to lay that out here just yet. There are a few scabs that are not ready to be picked at yet, or not picked and allowed to fall off naturally, or whatever the recommended scab protocol is. Maybe the state of flux on social media at the moment has given me the push I needed to form thoughts that require more than 280 characters to express.

What will I be blogging about? Well to be honest I’m not sure, in the past it was always a mix of what I was up to day to day, with a mix of occasional breakthroughs and breakdowns thrown in… and I see very little reason to break with that largely ignored formula. So if you want to see someone occasionally restore a piece of furniture, or reviewing a book, or having a sudden attack of guilt about failed relationships or joy at the rare occurrence of something wonderful happening, then maybe check in occasionally.