I am beginning to ask myself why…not how, but why?  I have lived my life from the how of things, not the why and writing my first blog last night has opened up the why.

My first why came this morning in the form of “why did I stay up until 4:30 AM?”  Aside from the fact that I live on the east coast and currently work in the UK, I didn’t have an answer.  I’ve been here three weeks and in that time, one would think I had gotten use to the time difference.  What I have gotten use to is the dry Brit sense of humor, but that is blog for another day.

In second place, consided a close first, is the question, “…why did I start this blog?” My friend Karen, Dr. Sister, is a writer and writes like her life depends on it.  I get a sense of that now- all I wanted to do this morning was write.  I feel like I’m releasing…like I’m telling someone’s secret; we all know how good that feels.  Whether I keep the writing bug or not, for now,  it feels right (no intensional pun).

I’ll make one promise to myself though, and that is I will only write when I have something to release of value to me or the universe.   There will always be the occasional rant when I see something amazingly awkward (I despise the word stupid) and I will share that as well. 

Best regards,