So, the first blog post. Something I’ve been thinking about for a while now, but never quite plucking up the courage. Over the past few months I’ve become an active user of twitter; building networks, finding new and exciting small businesses (often one person businesses run by enterprising stay at home mums), reading blogs and in general embracing social media. While I may not be the next Stephen Fry destined for literary success influencing millions through my ramblings, I do feel the ‘urge’ to share my thoughts, experiences and feelings through the wonderful media that is blogging. A few gentle nudges by Suzanne (sphysick.wordpress.com), an old school friend and fellow twitter addick has finally motivated me to do it.
As I write this I am sitting at 35,000 feet on BA287 en route to San Francisco for a week of work and networking. Sounds exotic I know, but the reality is something different. Up at 5am, email/work for 2 hours, breakfast then travel to the office for an 8am start. Presentations and training until 5pm, then an evening activity until 9 or 10pm. Back to the hotel for a few more emails, then straight to bed. Not that I’m complaining, I love my job (more of that at a later date), its great meeting colleagues from around the world and hearing from the ‘big guys’ of our corporation. But definitely not the jolly that some people would think.
But, having just watched Shrek ever after (accompanied by a couple of glasses of wine), I can’t help feeling a little emotional, or at the very least sentimental. Yes I know it’s a kids movie and I’m a big tough guys but it’s a very clever movie *scrabbles around for justification*. You see I have left behind my beautiful wife who is 16 weeks pregnant and our amazing little pup Bracken who is an 8 month old English Springer Spaniel. I don’t think of myself as a particularly soppy or emotional person, but I hate leaving them at home. I hate not being there to perform my role as the rock of the family, I’m the one who tells people ‘it’ll be alright’, and I’m the one who takes care of things so that my wife can get some rest. I get up early on her days off so that she can sleep in. I love doing these things, being the provider, no matter if that makes me sound like a caveman.
There is nothing I enjoy more than coming home to them, some people work late, or go for drinks after work, not me, I’m gone. From what I remember of my studies this is a common characteristic of my generation, the so called generation Y. No jobs for life for us, work life balance is the key, yes we want success and to climb the corporate ladder but not at the expense of a social and family life. I can’t wait until our little bean is born and I can come home to a waggling dog, a happy wife and a little bundle of joy!
Ok, now I’m waffling a little, maybe it’s a dangerous thing uncorking this pent up blogging desire. Now I don’t have a grand plan for this blog, it doesn’t have a theme or even a regular update schedule. Perhaps in time that will come, until then you can expect some rambling, occasional moaning, my hopefully humorous take on the world and maybe even a few feelings thrown in for good measure.
So there you have it, blog 1 done. I welcome, crave even, your comments and thoughts. But please be gentle.