Midnight. 00:00. A new day and new month combined under the watchful eye of the moon. In my mind no better time to initiate my own little beginning. Be·gin·ning. Noun. The point in time or space at which something is brought into being.
For example, I was officially “brought into being” on the first day of the last month of 1998, a cold Tuesday morning, kicking and screaming and covered in somebody else’s blood. None of my mornings since have really measured up. But I digress.
I don’t even know what a beginning blog post is supposed to look like. Do I introduce myself? Do I state my goals and objectives and what I’m hoping to achieve? Do I do that perpetually awkward thing people do in groups where you have to say your name, your age and an interesting fact about yourself? Do I panic and get myself stuck in the tangled web of my own brain-thoughts like I’m doing right now? I repeat; I don’t even know.
Beginnings seem so much easier when you’re looking back at them. At 20, heading towards year two of my degree and unable to go six months without ending up in A&E, I can’t exactly describe myself as the perfect building block for success (whatever that means) and happiness. If life’s a railway journey, I’m not even standing on the butter-yellow line on the platform.
But I’ve got my ticket. Or I’m dodging the conductor. I guess I’ll have to see what happens next. For now; all aboard!