I just couldn't help myself...

What started as a couple of curiosity questions about bogging & blogs due to a recent influx of friends starting their own blogs has lead me here (and it only took about an hour to get to this point) You see I need to journal more these days, but I never get the time. Ohh time my elusive friend... ohh how I miss thee, let me count the ways - no wait, i don't have time, I'll get back to you later. Journalling - it allows me to put this constant internal monologue of observations, thoughts and feelings down somewhere. I need to get them out of my head so I can concentrate on the screaming task in front of me. It also allows me to process events in my life in a more objective manner.

Then of course there's the whole loathing of handwriting, not just how it looks but how it pains my hand. Yes, it physically pains me to write for extended periods. It's not muscle wastage from being a Gen Z unable to do anything non techo, no it's fair more boring like carpal tunnel syndrome from my 1st pregnancy (yes I am a breeder). And no matter how many different coloured and/or glittery pens and gorgeous books I use, it's just not my thing. This dragon don't hand write sister.

Like many of my actual generation, I've fallen victim to facebook. Where I've developed an interesting addiction to people knowing whats happening in my life and waiting for their response. So like a big ol' fb status update, here begins my very own blog !!!

Now to prepare you, I am random, blunt, a little crass, left of centre (in more ways than one), oddly humorous, unable to spell to save my life but mostly human. I hope this will be a no holds bar brain dump of my life in all it's facets as I change my chameleon colours. How long this will last, only the universe will know. I'm great on the ideas/start up phase - it's the follow through that is sorely lacking...

I blame my dragon within for this bad habit - you see many eons ago, they used to offer sacrifices, virgins, gold and the like to honour the dragon. The spoils were forth coming and all they had to do is sit there and look menacing. Grrrr....