I forget that I know many of you who read this blog, and I always have a small moment of panic when I am reminded of it. It is silly really, I am well aware that putting anything onto the internet pretty much makes it public domain, and having the link on my twitter profile and facebook profile both is bound to lead you to here, but still… I am also painfully aware that some of what I write is deeply personal, sometimes raw, and occasionally ‘what the…’. Usually I do a good job of ‘forgetting’ that you all exist, and throw it out there. Sometimes I have the wibbles, wobbles and a small panic and seek ‘off-blog’ reassurance, which some of you have been more than lovely at providing.
This is a personal blog, it doesn’t really have a message or a category. I’ll post memories, musings, writing, poetry, photos, reviews and any odd thing that comes to mind. I may not post for weeks at a time and then inundate you with incessant and unrelenting blatherings. My blog is as mercurial as I am, as its quality (something I am trying to address).
This blog is inward facing, it pretty much always has been. I am an introvert (to an extent), INFP on the Myers-Briggs personality-type thingy, someone who possibly thinks too much and feels too deeply. I don’t know, I will leave that to you to judge for yourselves.
Where is this going? I am not really sure. fabergemonkey is well over two years old now (I have been sadly remiss in celebrating the birthdays) and pretty much remains a place for me explore myself and my relationship with the world and those around me. I have changed a lot over that time, much has happened; some of it good, some of it bad, a lot of it to be regretted and mourned, and the rest to ponder and wonder about and, on occasion, celebrate. The questions I ask myself pretty much remain the same, mostly valid and mostly extant; the answers may change, slowly, over time, sometimes for the better, and sometimes not.
This isn’t a milestone day, it isn’t the anniversary of this blog, or the ten thousandth post, or the start of a new year. It is a just a Saturday, with me on a train alone with my thoughts, heading southwards to see my niece for the very first time. I suppose that in itself is momentous. I can’t wait to see her.
Anyway, it is 6:47 am, it is Saturday the 11th of December, and I guess I just wanted to say thank you; for reading this blog, for sticking with it and for saying lovely things when something strikes a chord. I hope you continue to drop by, to say hello and to read the stuff I write.
Have a lovely day.