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It's all about me...

So I am finally pulling my finger out and attempting to blog. It all feels rather self indulgent if I'm honest, and I don't even know if anyone will read my ramblings, but just getting things out there is an idea that really rather pleases me.


Over time I may fill in little snippets of my life up until now, but for the time being I will mostly just waffle as ideas come to me. I am always thinking of things I'd like to say, so now I have a medium other than Facebook and Twitter in which to do this. One that feels mildly more meaningful and appropriate.


I have been through a lot and one thing that I have learnt is that the greatest friends stick it out and ride the wave with you. They may veer off every so often, and we may all spread out and get caught up in different things, but at the end of it all, they'll still be there to meet you on the beach for a high five and a beer.


I hope a few people read my ramblings and appreciate that I care about things and indeed that I care about them. Let's all get blogging and take over the web with our thoughts. Because at the end of the day, we all matter and have a write to be heard.


So as we are experiencing some lovely spring sunshine here in the UK, I hope we can all feel just a little more smiley. Get your thinking caps on and you never know, you might just change the world. You won't know unless you try.

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  1. ♥ Gaby ♥26 March 2011 at 20:36

    Love this! I really relate to your post, i hate to admit that i'm one of those that goes MIA sometimes resurfacing every so often for a beer at a beach, preferably a cold on in the bahamas which is where we will be for the BSB beach part in December, can't wait to high five you while my boys provide the soundtrack for our life! xxx

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