Note to self:

Just a little upset about a comment that was left on my blog yesterday, blog entry entitled "My life's analogy".

Explanation - when things happen in your life, it's easy to become obsessed by it. So, if someone makes a comment about your weight, you can easily find yourself looking in every reflection of a shop window, or mirror, to see if you're putting on weight. Or, if you find out someone has been cheating on you, you normal rational goes out the window, and jealousy and suspicion creep in, which are not normally your traits.

The thing that has happened in my life is that my

This is all a bit random – but as thoughts that have been in my head occur, I kinda want to write them down. It’s my release, and now that I know that people do actually read these things, it’s a way of sharing my thoughts…

…about 2 ½ years ago, something happened in my life that has helped me to understand an awful lot of stuff that, prior to the event, made no sense whatsoever.

What was this event? My wife and I started ballroom dancing.

Now, nothing special in that, other than the way I feel about the ballroom dancing is the way I feel about my life, and a large analogy between ballroom

I've absolutely no idea what I'm doing, or if anybody will either read or be interested in my blog, but sometimes in life one needs a place to scream - and I'm hoping this'll turn out to be the place for me to do it.

If this blog continues, I'm reckoning that things will kinda start slotting themselves into place, a sort of "self Counselling" service. So here goes, and sorry to any readers for any future ramblings!!

I need to talk about it, the whole story - about the crap childhood that led me into a crap marriage that I'm desperate to escape from. But I've no idea if this is the place to do