It’s 2016 and I’ve been thinking about posting here ever since 1st January rolled on by. But it does get harder to slot in time to do so, especially now that I am a mother and at home each day to care for my young son.
I think long and hard too about what topics I should venture into in my posts. There’s a lot that can be said. Quite frankly, every single thought that enters my mind could be a potential post. Every conversation I have with others. Each experience that I find myself in.
But which of these things matter and which are too trivial to bother you, my reader, with the details thereof?
And should I take the humorous stance? Or the contemplative, inspirational one that I tend to resort to by default?
Am I here to entertain? To share indiscriminately? To boast? Bore? Flaunt? Or share a litany of flaws?
As usual, I overthink yet again.
Whatever the case may be, I am here now. And I am writing to you. You whom may know me. And some of whom may not, but for reasons unknown, have stumbled upon this little space of mine on the Web.
I will write whatever I am capable of writing. I will put words to my thoughts and dream, hopes and fears. If it is boring, so be it. If it entertains or invigorates, let it be.
I dare not make promises of any sort, knowing full well that most are made only to be broken. Yet I hope to do better than I had before. To explore topics that intrigue and inspire.
And perhaps, while the magical dust that itches a person to try new things at the start of a New Year still permeates the air, will go crazy with entertaining the thought of penning that book this 2016.
Maybe, the only word I have to offer is maybe.