My future commitment

Is a tired day a day to start a journey/journal?

A day after the night before ~ a night before of song, of gin, of many coloured wigs, of multi faceted friends, of gin, of Tarrantino babes, gender-confused boys and of gin? Did I mention gin?

Today saw an early morning harvest festival attended ~ a strange and somewhat unnerving experience, followed by a college family 'fun' day ~ where's the fun in a hungover treasure hunt with no reward at the end for your little treasures?

But the truth is it's all these gems that make me crave the written word. It's time I did commit. Myself to paper. Part of my new life is to be more creative, to find my inner voice, my hidden talents. To vent my spleen and to shout from the roof tops when life is just so damn fabulous. So as my life takes a turn ~ a turn which I have planned for for SO long then I have to take ownership and responsibilty.

And stop slacking ;)

I'm coming out of my lurking closet.......