In the Beginning

Once upon a time there was a young mother of two little girls, wife to a madly handsome and deeply devoted man. She was a midwife, by training. And so it was that this very simple yet highly complicated female ran a marriage, a home, the school run and her own business, when all of a sudden, her life went BANG! and it all came crashing to a thundering halt.

It was at this time that the young woman began to record her feelings about her life on the blank pages of a massive cyber journal which she wrote in regularly, sending her blog posts out into deep space, seeking comfort and therapy through fallible words and awkward understandings. She passed through a great sorrow, a deep sadness that engulfed her and tried to destroy her fragile world. Somehow, this young nurse found a way through the darkness, all the while journalling her travels in a blog known as The Midwife Crisis.

As time passed, the hazy edges of her life began to sharpen, and her head cleared. She took a long detailed look at her life and realised that she was no longer a midwife nor was she in crisis. And so her aptly named blog became gradually very unapt, irrelevant. And she stopped writing.

But the no-longer-a-midwife-but-seeking-her-destiny girl's heart was full of stories. Her mind played back the memories of her life: the good things, the bad things and the things that had always made her wonder. And the girl had an aching need to record those thoughts, to add them to the vast collection of whisperings sprinting through the ether.

So she sat down and started a new blog. A one about where she was now. About her stories, her thoughts and her wishes.

This is it...