So, here goes nothing.  I've wanted to get back to writing for so long. I just was never really sure how to go about it.  Write a book? Too ambitious? A collection of short stories? Maybe. A screen play? Maybe in retirement. What to do now?

When I wasn't even thinking about it the answer arrived. My friend was showing me her good friend's blog.  Of course.  How simple.  So, here goes nothing.

I can't really say that my perspective is original. I am a married thirtysomething. I have a house, a dog, two cars. My career is fulfilling. Friends are incredible. Family is.... well family.  My life from the outside must seem pretty ordinary.  But somewhere deep down inside I still have this feeling that I have something to say. For some reason, despite my ultra common exterior, my interior is screaming to be heard. My heart and my head tell me that I won't be complete until my words are out.  It doesn't really matter if one person or a million people read them. The fact that they are out in some fashion is more cathartic than words can express.  The excitement I feel from pounding my fingertips on the unforgiving keyboard is unmatched.  

So, though it is 8:30..... and I am usually getting ready for bed.... instead I am attempting to complete my first post.

And there it is. Not quite as good as it could be but a start nonetheless. Not quite a masterpiece but a piece of what I want to say.  Just a record of my perspective. Just a rant of my thoughts. Just a view from my corner of the world.