I find that I don’t blog when I have the most things going around in my head – but then I wonder whether I have too much going around in my head because I’m not getting it out by blogging about it!
Some of the stuff in my head is SO boring and humdrum – and that’s probably why I chose the title for my blog…my life is essentially just about as ‘normal’ and unexciting as you can get. But I have a strong urge to catalogue it. I always have. I have diaries at home going back to when I was 14, which I still read occasionally as I love that moment when I read a sentence and can literally feel the emotion that I had when I wrote it. I have been a compulsive diarist/blogger since then.
The times in my life when I have felt most calm are the ones where I have written down my thoughts and feelings, and this was the reason for starting this particular blog – I had loads in my head and I couldn’t get it out and feel that I had dealt with it or confronted it. once it’s out there in the open (even if there are no witnesses) I have admitted its existence, and then I have to do something about it, or get over it.
Anyway – this has become an entry about blogging, which wasn’t really my intention, but that I obviously needed to do!
I took the picture this morning on my way into work. You would not believe that this was a Victoria Line train at 8.30am. It almost felt like some kind of post-terror-threat journey. There were just a few people in every carriage. It was unnerving. There were 2 women the other side of me, making 8 of us in the entire carriage. Everyone kept looking at each other, a little unsure of themselves. When we pulled up at the next station, I swear some people didn’t get on purely because they were convinced there must be something wrong with the train!
I also have an “And finally…” courtesy of my daughter this morning.
TG: There are 26 sheep in a field and one dies. How many are left?
TG: Nope. 19.
Me: What? Don’t be silly.
TG: YOU are the silly one. *I* said ‘twenty sick sheep’. Duh!
Me: Go to school.