Sometimes by the time I get on the train in the evening I’ve already written the bulk of that day’s post. Or at least have an idea of what I’ll write when I get home. Other days I’ve no idea because sometimes a day is just ‘normal’ and I think it must be too mundane to interest anyone taking the time to read my little blog every day.
Sometimes things happen that I can’t or don’t want to write about. I avoid specifically blogging about work right now because I think it would be unprofessional. I won’t tell ‘other people’s stories’, those that are not mine to tell. I can keep this blog upbeat and positive because 99% of my wonderful new life is just that. Wonderful.
But of course things are just normal too. Those who follow me on twitter know that I tweet about my commute with mainly good humour and not a little sarcasm. But for a girl used to driving 15 minutes each way to work and being home before 5pm it’s one of the things that has come most difficult to me. The fact that I love the job I go to each day makes it bearable.
And the fact that I come home to MrS every night makes it all worth while. Very very much worthwhile.