Erm...

I sit here. Boyfriend out of the way. Baby sleeping soundly. Pretty Woman for background company. Laptop in front of me (iPad & mobile adjacent).
I am literate. Highly-opinionated. Articulate by nature. A true lover of language and expression.
And I find myself on mute. Nothing to say. Or rather, no specific subject in mind. Why is this?
I can only surmise that it is, in fact, caused by having too many things to say. Having just (9.5 weeks ago but I'm sure I can get away with 'just' for a little while longer) had a baby, I have spent the best part of a year with a brain made of holes held loosely together by disorganised nonsense and baby-related bunkem. Now the fog has lifted and I can't hone in on ONE sensible thread as there is a myriad thoughts which, once forming an orderly queue, awaiting their moment of glorious expression, now like toddlers - one enormous, undiscernible rabble (covered in dribble).
One can only hope this will pass as the knot untangles and the threads return to coherent thoughts & opinions.
Watch this space...my next blog could be about cucumbers, jet engines or the state of modern telephone directories.
Interesting times ahead.

So, what's it all about...?

Well, once upon a time, 'they' invented blogging. Then, all of a sudden, I decided to jump on-board some however-many-years later. And you are reading it.

What am I writing about and why? I don't wish to disappoint but I don't have any grand plan as to where this is going. Rather, I have a lot of bits and bobs that roll around in my head and I figured that someone, somewhere, might like to read them too. 

My pondering for today centres largely around death - always a great place to start; the end! More specifically, how are we supposed to handle others when they lose someone? What should you say? Why is it everything that jumps into your head sounds too cliché to be uttered out loud? Or leads directly to a very swift and uncomfortable answer?

As a compassionate person, I can't help but want to acknowledge someone else's sadness but tend to end up plumping for an overall avoidance of the subject. Cowardly, I know.

I suppose the best I can do is keep practising; learning from mistakes. Maybe I struggle so much because I've been so lucky as to only lose one person - my Gran, on her 85th birthday - during my adult life thus far and so have little experience from the other side of the situation...Thank Heavens. 


And on that note, I suppose it would be best to shut up waffling and count my lucky stars.