So It Begins

This is my daughter's fault, she of the diaries, notebooks and blogs, she of the Ipod and Facebook generation. A LONG time ago I used to put down my thoughts in the form of poetry and songs but since neither was well received by my family I shut down the poetry. The songs, well, that's another matter, but only people who love me unconditionally get to hear them. They love me for them or despite them, take your pick. But, to return to the beginning, she put me up to this by ever so innocently saying: "Why don't you write a blog?" Just because I had said that I liked hers. My answer was immediate: "No!" But it got me thinking. During my runs ( yeah, I consider myself a runner) I always think of things I could have said, should have said, would have said. During my runs I save the world, am braver and wittier, more outgoing, more positive, more empathic. During my runs I am all the things I wish I could be. Negative thinking won't get you through mile 8 of a run that hurts in every way possible. Then I come back and much is lost, energy dissipates and inertia takes over. So I'm thinking maybe sometimes things are worth writing down, even if it is just to give thanks for yet another day, another run in good health or to appreciate the small happy moments and fortunes that are bestowed on us every day but that we sometimes just can't see. Maybe to say thank you for a daughter who encourages us (me) to do new things and explore new worlds.
Strangely enough I will write this blog in English even though writing it in German would save me from mutilating another language and from potential embarrassment. But my German self would never write a blog whereas my American self can express itself without restraint. So it begins... (with LEO in the background as my safety net)