I’ve always loved the first page of a new diary. The crisp white surface staring up at you expectantly, almost daring you to write something interesting on it. Sadly, my diaries usually end up the usual lists of birthdays, appointments, and the odd night out, with not a bit of lucid thought or opinion. But for such a long time I’ve had such an urge to write, not about any one thing in particular, just to get all of those thoughts out of my jumbled head and into a coherent form. So I can read them back, make sense of them.
I’ve got a complicated life, as do most people nowadays. Not in some ways, certain not in every way. I have a lovely husband, 2 healthy happy children, a dog, a house. On the surface it all looks just fine. But spend just an hour in my company and you’ll have heard tales of not one, not 2, but 3 serious crohnic illnesses (yep, that’s just me), a myriad of suffocating debt, anxiety, depression (yep, still just me!). But you’ll also hear about my dreams, my hopes, the love I have for my family, my friends.
Hence the tangled yarn of the title, it pretty much sums up my brain. But I’ll get there, I’m patient. Actually I’m not, I’m the most impatient person in the world. But I’m bloody stubborn, and more that a little tenacious. I doubt anyone will even read this, but it’s not for that, it’s for me. If you’re here with me then I welcome you like an old friend, grab a cuppa, curl your feet up, and we’ll wile away the hours, putting the world to rights.