Having read on another blog that "obviously I'm depressed, I write a blog don't I?" I thought that was in itself a depressing thing to think; as if no-one 'normal' would need to write one. I know there are some incredibly talented writers, illustrators, photographers in the blog world; there are also depressed people, terminally ill people; funny people, people with low self-esteem; ranting people; mums and dads (lots of them!), religious people; thought-provoking people; and many a mixture of the above.
At this point it is customary to think "Oh no, have I said the wrong thing? will somebody be upset?" but actually in the blog world I don't think that. Everybody in this world seems to be here because they accept themselves and others, whatever the weather.
Anyway, it made me think, WHY do I write a blog? I started it in Sept 2009, long before I was stuck at home with a broken leg and time on my hands. At the time it felt like a new start to my life; a period of dreams and reality in fact, hence the name. Mr H. had just finished his degree, I was just starting mine; our life seemed to be at a point of change. Reading the blog of my friend Rosie at One Year Down the Line inspired me to start putting my thoughts into words and letting people read them, and to start with it was probably only she who did!
Now I have discovered this lovely community, who's words I love to read, laugh at, agree with (mostly), and who make me think about my own.
Thank you :-)