one year of blogging

❉ wow, i really copped some shitfull comments on that last blog! ...did i really sound so shallow and vain?? i thought i was sulking about the fact that i don't have a successful career.... which is the opposite of being 'up myself'!

in response: no, i don't just want to be famous. i want to do something meaningful. i would like to have a career i'm passionate about and proud of, which challenges me and inspires me and makes me feel happy...and hopefully somehow makes a difference to the world.... probably the same thing everyone wants...

it's quite amusing to me that people who have such critical opinions of me even read my blog. piss off!! this blog was intended for my family and friends who i've lived away from for many years, so they can follow what i'm doing. i'm surprised and flattered every time someone tells me they've even read it. if you're not interested in me or my life then why read my blog!??

it so happens that today it's been exactly one year since i first started writing the yellow brick road. jerry and i were living in marbella and since i couldn't get a working visa (or a job under the table either it turned out), i was spending my days as a bored housewife; cooking, cleaning and lounging by the pool. jerry encouraged me to start a blog to keep myself occupied and i got so into it that i remember spending most of each day composing blog entries! i looked back and read my first entry and remembered how i was so embarrassed about the whole thing that i wrote it in secret for a few weeks before i finally told just my mum about it.

i would continue this blog even if no-one else read it. it's somehow therapeutic and i know one day, as a senile old woman, i'll be glad i kept such a thorough journal to reminisce these good old days...