Second time's the charm?

I just checked on it, and I realized that it's been a year since I gave blogging a try. Wow, does time fly (cliche count=1).

Time to get rid of the old stuff, and try again. I don't know if anyone will bother reading, but that's OK. I think this is mostly for me anyhow. A journal doesn't necessarily hold any appeal, but if it seems in some way to be a form of communication instead-well, that may be somewhat more motivational. Despite the housebound and fearful side of my personality having the upper hand for the last few years, I do distinctly remember playing to an audience and loving being the center of attention. As a matter of fact I can remember a few bratty moments after losing the spotlight to others. *blushes* Not that I'm proud of that. Hope I've outgrown it. Oh, not being a brat! I'll never outgrow that, I'm sure. I just hope I've only retained the more pleasant, charming aspects of being a brat (being a smartass) and not the snotty, spoiled part of brattishness. I'm far too old for that kind of behaviour.


Just got off of the phone with my hubby. He made me realize that I have a devoted audience of one, at the least. :) I'd say it could be awkward having him read something that could be my "deepest thoughts" but chances are extremely good that whatever I write will be something I've already told him or something that he's already figured out for himself.


About the "deepest thoughts": it's been a long, sad and difficult summer and it's left me a number of battles to wage in the dark and cobwebby corners of my psyche (nowhere I'd recommend for a vacation destination, by the way). Last week I managed to achieve a few victories, and in each case, the victory came after a moment of clarity that I not only gained but expressed out loud. It's that process that had me mulling over blogging again. Call it bargain psychotherapy if you will. I know that some amount of counseling is in my near future, but I also know that the sessions aren't likely to be very frequent and possibly not even very soon.


And so I'm thinking that not only will this space a personal soapbox and spot to kvetch but also some kind of oddball travelogue into my inner space. Again, it's more for me than anything but if in some way, some other lost soul finds their way here and draws a bit of comfort from knowing they aren't alone then that's a good thing. For anyone else, feel free to come along for the ride. Please keep your hands and feet inside the car at all times, don't forget to sign the release form, and remember-no refunds!