Well met, stranger! (or maybe our paths have crossed already)

I don’t hear the word blogger a lot these days. I suppose there’s fancier words for people who do what I do here. But for you have endeavoured to engage in my writing, it is only fair that you know where it comes from.

My closest friends will tell you that I like to read. That I was once a dedicated public speaker (Toastmaster). But now working from home, a large part of my daily speaking involves telling the office lights to go on and off. Public speaking was and is a great journey. It is simply unconventional for me now. I focus my efforts on speaking well to those around me, rather than halls of seasoned public speakers.

My writing – it stems from from when I was young and in boarding school. Surrounded by kids who preferred sports and making a lot of noise, writing and reading – both became an escape. An exceptional writer I was not. A lot of my writing was finding interesting quotes and just copying them down. A slow start, but a start nonetheless. Now this blog is what I have to show for my writing. At least the pieces I feel confident enough to put out there. You should see the size of my drafts folder…

In a dizzying attempt to gain some semblance, I departed social media last year. I am not a sage yet. I venture on occasionally to see what my friends and family are up to. The change is immense and I will write about it.

And that is about all I shall say. Except maybe this…

Life before death. Strength before weakness. Journey before destination.