This is a place where I can be myself. Completely. Where I muse, daydream, wrestle, vent and share. Where I get it down on the page cos otherwise it stays in my head and makes me a little bit crazy. Better out than in, and all that.
Mostly I daydream. Thats where I like to be the most. And most of my daydreams are mine to keep. But there are some folk out there, who seem to enjoy it when I write down the stuff in my head and let them read it – the majority of whom, i suspect, are either completely biased or scared of my wrath.
I consider my life to be a little more unconventional than the average housewife, I have three kids and a husband and we have done 7 international moves in 10 years, mostly to developing countries where the memory of constant electricity makes me salivate, and I have to allow an extra 5 minutes in the mornings for picking the dead ants out of the kids breakfast cereal. Its actually a huge privilege and certainly provides lots of fodder for a blog. But sometimes its tough. Tougher than tough. And sometimes I don’t want to write about the land and people in which I live, sometimes I can’t ‘see’ anymore, so then I want to be able to write about the other stuff. You know the other stuff – life and all that.
So sometimes my ramblings will be about Malawi and sometimes they will be about the other stuff.
Be warned, I wrestle a lot. Its who I am. I mostly see things in different shades of gray. Black and white is a bit of a foreign concept to me, the older I get, and the more I travel, the grayer it all gets. Grey with flashes of vibrant colour. But not a lot of black and white. So I question and wrestle, but rarely find answers, because mostly I don’t think the answers are out there. I think we are created to question, seek and trust. I do lots of questioning and seeking. The trust bit I’m working on.
Oh by the way, I’m an actress, so I’m a bit over the top too.