A New Year, a new goal.

Writing these blogs is a bit like swimming. The first few were tentative, stepping my toes in and out of the water, testing the temperature you might say. Then I got more confident and waded in up to my knees, letting the cold seep into my legs. Finally I took the ultimate plunge and let the writing waters up over my shoulders. Now I am happy to swim around every week, becoming slightly more daring in what I put out into cyberspace, but always keeping the shoreline in sight and knowing I can touch the bottom with my feet. All sounds a bit too safe doesn't it? I think its time to become a long distance swimmer.

Writing for me has always been cathartic. I get lost in the words once I put "pen to paper". When I wrote my dissertation a few years ago I didn't eat for two days I was so absorbed in what I was doing (I did drink however, Jack anyone?). Where do I go from here? Its something I have been giving a lot of thought to, especially now I am settled in my new job and home. Im seriously thinking of writing a book. Yeah honestly I am. Hows this for a title "Confessions from an OCD sufferer: Did I check that Already?", or " I Came, I saw (Dirt), I cleaned: and it only took me 6 hours".

Part of the reason for writing used to be to provide a distraction from cleaning/checking/counting that took up so much of my life. But my therapist (very American of me I know), says this was another coping mechanism and routine that I was using, and part of the condition. Now I dont set myself a deadline, I write if and when I want to (which is why the posts here are a tad sporadic) and I expect that will be the same if I do write any body of work. So until I find my creative groove, I will just continue jotting down whatever comes into my head.

Have a happy New Year
The Ladybird
* Parts of this blog have already been posted in another site (written my me too honest)



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