My first blog. I have mixed emotions. I read many blogs and even like some; however, the idea of actually writing one has always excited me and frightened me, simultaneously. Why did I decide to become yet another "message in a bottle" thrown into the ocean hoping to be found and read? I wish I had an inspirational or clever answer. Perhaps I need this blog more than it needs me. I guess time will answer that question.
As a little girl, life proved unpredictable. I wrote a lot to fill the voids.I wrote stories, menus for my pretend restaurants, but I loved writing in my journal the best. My journal was "predictable". A confidant. An escape. I wrote about everything. Writing was an outlet and a passion. Over the years, life got in the way of that passion... (What I would give to have those journals today.)
I can honestly say that life is no more predictable today than it was all those years ago. We are not guaranteed tomorrow, but we do have this moment. As a forty-four year old mother of four, I feel the rush of days and endless activities. I see the changing reflection in the mirror. I am aware of the unpredictability that surrounds all of us. I am also keenly aware that I can live in fear of the rush or live in the moment. I am CHOOSING to find the good, the humorous, and the worth in each day.
You may (or may not) be wondering why I titled my blog - vikkidoodle. Simply stated, that was the nickname that my daddy gave me as a small girl. It's silly, but it's mine. My daddy passed in April 2013 so those words ring often in my ears. I also thought that it would be an appropriate title since I can hear him gleefully say "ohhh, Vikki Doodle" whenever I went on my crazy rants about this or that. I am sure that you will see plenty of those.
As with any reflective writing, it is meaningful and personal. With that being said, I warmly invite you into my little part of the universe.
