Why blogging?

And so I ended up treating myself during my on-my-own weekend, no teenagers rearranging my life for me, with a chic flic……Julie & Julia. Most enjoyable I must say and then it made me think……the blogging.  For quite a while now,  in actual fact a couple of years now, the sudden urge to make my inner voice heard has often been silenced with doing something for the kids, or had to do something else or just simply something that occupied my mind and daily living. Well and before you know it a month passed and it became a forgotten thought. Much later you try to assemble the thoughts again but truth is, they vanished amid the business of everyday……… and you have to sadly bid a possible best seller goodbye and you become another fan once again of  the ever so known song “ Seasons in the Sun’. Once again the constant goodbye as time goes by. Well ,as I was saying about the blogging, it just appeared to be a current solution to my unspoken thoughts and my post divorce state of mind, which I often think listening to my married friends possibly is just a fallacy that  you always or when you need someone to talk to have that someone to talk to….. In any case whatever the truth might be, my truth is there isn’t that someone so Mr Blog you better listen to me or else you’ll have a divorce on your hand.

So what does blogging actually have to do with How to spell Happy. May I remind you that knowing how to spell Happy enables one how to be and miraculously remain Happy and if I’m happy everyone around me might become Happy( although the Teenagers around me is not influenced by this, they haven’t found the magic potion for that) and then I can say I reside in the street of Happy ever after. For me just being heard at this stage is a way to happiness. Many a married mother has the urge to be heard because it is something that is constantly over driven by the domestic inhabitants of what used to be something to come home to, not just a refreshment station. If  I can just hang my thoughts from the stars- maybe someone will read my heart, hear my voice and I no longer at night when all is done and off to bed I don’t enter my dream world feeling………..

“ In the  city of Singlehood,in the suburb of Closed Off, the street named Never heard , lives solitude in a house built by NO Voice”

I’ll now enter my dreamworld with a smile, and maybe I’ll just like Julie be able to do something constructive with with what I like to do ……… you never know……..cyberspace the unknown frontier……my space , my time, my voice………..