I have always enjoyed journaling. I started putting pen to paper somewhere around the age of nine — though it didn’t become a real habit until my late thirties, when it dawned on me that there were many stories from my life my kids simply didn’t know. I wanted them to have something to read long after I was gone — a glimpse into a side of their father they never quite knew in that detail.
When my daughter turned 18, I gave her the ‘key’ to my ‘box’ — a collection of memorabilia from my life, journals included. The first thing she picked up was one of my books. She started reading, earnestly, and the comments came my way ever so often. I took that as a good sign.
For the longest time, colleagues and friends have told me to write — to share the thoughts that come up in our wide-open conversations about almost anything life has to throw at us. Apparently, my perspectives are a little different to the norm. The closest I got to doing it regularly was a handful of posts on LinkedIn. That only added more voices to the chorus, asking for a regular blog on topics of general interest.
So, here I am. Almost 50, and finally caving in — speaking out loud about what I think.
I hope it offers you a little inspiration, a glimpse into my work and life, and above all, something to think about.
V Over Tea 