30 thousand mornings

The sudden death of Heath Ledger yesterday made me think of a passage from a book I read a good few years ago which felt somehow fitting today:

‘Apart from 30 thousand mornings,
life doesn’t belong to us.
We live like we’re going to be around forever
but we should be careful.
After all, not everybody gets the full
thirty thousand mornings - and there’s
no refund on any unused portion’.

Lots of love to little Matilda.

Into the unknown I go

I once read somewhere that ‘life is a blank page and each person holds the pen to write their own story.’ Having found an old scrap of paper on which I'd made a note of this I decided today was a good day to kick off my blog, a good day to start to write my own story.

I've been thinking of doing this for a while but that's one of my issues really, I do far too much thinking and far too little doing. So, today, I'm being brave.

My life isn't particularly sordid, hardly at all seeing as I'm married with a little girl, but I hope you enjoy the trivial twists and turns anyhow.

I'm starting this blog for myself: I know I could be heckled but hopefully not so much. I'm not doing this under any grand delusions of success, merely to discipline myself to write regularly and hopefully improve. I used to write all the time when I was fresh out of school and I just want to see if I'm still any good at it.

Like I said at the beginning, into the unknown I go...yikes.