The beginning.

So. I feel as though by starting a blog I am opening a little door in my mind which lets out the stronger, more persistent thoughts in my head and provides them with a route to a stage whereupon they can strut around flaunting themselves brazenly to all who may be interested...and baring themselves to criticism and ridicule simultaneously. And I wonder why It is I am doing this - why I am drawn to the idea of sending my thoughts and ramblings out into the unknown; my often introverted, perhaps mastabatory deliberations on nothing and everything. Yet all day the idea has excited me - since the moment I read my wonderful friend's blog this morning I have wondered what I will write and who it is for. Now, in the quiet of the night the only sounds I can hear are of my family breathing as they sleep - the deep, slow rhythmical breaths of my husband and the little squeaks and snuffles coming from my baby daughter and I don't know where to begin. Thoughts and questions come so quickly and I realise how tired I am after driving 250 miles tonight. Perhaps I will have to wait until tomorrow to decide where to start....