What it is that compels people to write about themselves for public view? Could anyone possibly want to read the meandering thoughts of someone they don't know and then feel connected to them in some way?
I have found that as I travel over this vast landscape of information, that I have developed a certain curiosity about what is happening in the lives of those I read about. A sort of innocent voyeurism that has caught me up in it's wake, carrying me along to places I never dreamed of going. How many times in a day do I travel across "the pond" to see what is happening in the Cotswolds, or Paris? Or journey through my homeland, catching up on the days events of people I may never know.
I have a long list of blogs tagged in my favorites on my computer. All of them have the same appeal to me- they are written by smart, savvy women who have truly found themselves. Not the "Oh, I have to go off and find myself because I've been so oppressed!" kind of women, but the learned-by-experience, pulled-themselves-up-by-their-bootstraps, reach-for-the-sky type of women. Nothing, it seems, can stop them. They have families and businesses and good times and bad. They have real lives. They laugh. They cry. They create. They are the kind of women I think I am.
I'm beginning to understand the need to write and to share. It's like gathering around a virtual quilt, conversation never-ending, needles rocking back and forth binding the fabric and the lives together.
So, welcome to my blog. Pull up a chair and stay a while. I hope that you will enjoy reading the bits and bobs of my life. I know I'll enjoy sharing them with you.