Oft, I’m nervous. Like I’m walking into a room filled with people who are all about to turn and stare at me for being late. Late and naked!
I guess I could stop typing, but I want to do this, I like the tippy tappy noise of the keyboard – I’m joking (although this keyboard is particularly satisfying). I want to blog for lots of reasons, one of which is to share.
I found a bit of a void in truths after I had a baby in 2015. People say ‘oh it will be hard, but enjoy it’ – what they should say is ‘ good f*ing luck, shit’s about to get wild’. I was smacked right in the face with parenting, I didn’t expect it, I didn’t give it much thought really. It’s a baby, how hard can it be? I’v been pretty average at most things, not great but never struggled (expect with spelling, I’m very very thankful for spellcheckers), so when I literally lost my mind after Jess, well, that was a hard and isolating blow!
I guess I want to share my experience, for others and myself.
It’s good to have a hobby too, so my therapist tells me. Being amazed with some of the creativeness of people’s bullet journals, I thought ‘I’d love that!’. I can’t draw, I can barely use a ruler without making a mess. Google bullet journal ideas, they are beautiful. Mines, not so much. I mostly write shopping lists in it, with the odd flower drawn at the side. And by flower I mean 5 almost petal shapes with a yellow circle in the middle.
I kinda find bullet journals pointless, like, why do all this? what is the point? I don’t do faffing and I don’t do pointless. If I’m going to sit and be creative then there needs to be a point, I can draw out all the month planners I like, but I’m boring and will write nothing other than ‘go to work’ and maybe the odd birthday thrown in.
So I thought about doing a blog, I can be creative and share it. When I was younger I loved to read and write stories, I wanted to be an ‘arthur’ when I was older. So blogging sounds like a good hobby, one that will spellcheck for me.
Here is the awful ‘we are going to go around the room and say our name and a little but about our self’ bit. My name is Kirsty, I live in Scotland, I have a daughter called Jess and a partner called David. My hobbies are wishing Jess would sleep past 8, discovering I really like coffee, avoiding social interactions, getting to work and realising my hair is more greasy than I thought, getting to work and realising I have mascara on my eyelid, moaning, looking at wonderful healthy dinners, buying the ingredients, ordering a take away then throwing the rotten ingredients in the bin, making Dave laugh, annoying Jess to the point she pushes my face away and generally just pretending to be an adult.
That’s plenty for now.
P.s I like that picture of the cow