Yesterday, I posted a saying on my Facebook timeline- “Tomorrow is the first blank page of a 365 page book. Write a good one. 2014“. I said to myself – and my husband – that this isn’t a bad idea, meaning to take it quite literally. Granted, I don’t know if anyone will read it. I think that’s half of my purpose in doing this, but I’ll be realistic about it. In any case, if I write something every day for the next year (which would be the “new me” part), at least I’ll have something to remember the year in the end.
Not a very good draw-them-in first paragraph, I know. What I do know is that I always have a million things going on in my head and I’m mostly around a 3-year-old and 7 month old. It has to get out somehow and it’s either lost upon or drowned out by, at least, one of them. No brainer there.
Is it going to be “a good one”? Everyone has their opinion. Just don’t think that this is going to be one of those life-affirming, rainbow-creating gems that everyone wants to read at the beginning of a new year so that maybe, just maybe, they’ll retain some sort of positive outlook on life. I do have a dark side with a rapier wit. There’s a lighter side to me too. It just depends on the day and whether there is Xanax left or not.
If it does get dark around here, don’t think of it as a cry for help. I need a place to rant, get things off my chest, out of my mind. Most likely, I’m not the only one who feels or thinks certain things.
So the first page is done. A bit boring and nothing really learned from it, but if the “new me” sticks around and keeps up with this, you may very well be in for one hell of a ride.