Starting trouble

It’s been on my mind for a while now – to start a blog of my own, that is. Ever since my brief sabbatical from a ‘nine-to-indeterminate’ job to enjoy my second born has turned into a semi-retirement of sorts, I’ve been particularly eager to stay in touch with my small world and the limited skill-sets I possess (I believe writing is of them). ‘You write so well, the least you could do is to start a blog of your own’ said my close friend S, who has never come remotely close to anything I have ever written. She is just this bright beacon of hope I turn to every time I feel like hearing something nice about myself.
I’m sure everyone has at least one friend like S who thinks the world of us and our non-existent talents and is always there to boost our morale and self-esteem when they hit new lows each time. Which is why we call them close friends - we keep them close to us to get the much needed comfort and security that keeps us going. Just like my neighbour’s 3 year old son who clings on to his red pick-up truck throughout the day, or the teen age girl across the street who has her cell-phone plastered to her facial tissues , or closer home, my husband who fondles his blackberry ad infinitum (if that gadget could speak, it would file a case for physical abuse and torture; and to make matters worse, this particular variety of blackberry is not seasonal, it is available 24X7, 365 days a year). Well to each his own, but comfort and security seekers, we all are.
So with a little encouragement from dear friend S, the decision to blog is made. But what do I write about. I am tempted to use this platform for revenge – against bossy bosses, crabby co-workers, cuckoo clients, fake friends, nutty neighbours, flaky family members.... Oops, I didn’t realise I had issues with half my ‘small world’. No, I cannot let this blog turn into a crib session...it is meant for a higher purpose.
I could write about my kids, I know I would never be short of ideas with that subject. After all, each brings home enough material to fill up a 200 page paperback, each day. But no again, because that would defeat the purpose of my wanting to blog in the first place, which is to take get my mind off anything remotely kids. So I don’t think writing about my kids, however interesting they may be, would do much good for my mental health or mommydom-life balance.
Well then, what should it be? I am no political commentator,social lobbyist,art expert or home improvement specialist. I am at best a keen observer of the circus of life that goes on around me, some of which I am an inadvertent part of. So perhaps, this is what I will write about – my observations of the world around me –even a title is forming in my head – I could call it ‘jest another day’. After a 491- word long clash between keyboard and finger, I can see my blog coming to life.
Hopefully, some of you will read it and find it funny, maybe some of you will nod your heads in agreement with what I have to say and perhaps some of you will be inspired into thinking, ‘if she can write, so can I’, and start your own blog (but please make sure it doesn’t compete with mine!). And please feel free to post your comments, any comments, as long as they are good. (Sorry about the rider; I'm the CEO of my blog and I get to make the rules after all!)
Well, I think I am going to enjoy this. I realise I have already filled up an entire A4 sheet worth of words, while still thinking about what to write. And don’t forget to write in some morale boosting pick-me-up comments, for I would like to know if they have the same heady effect on me as dear friend S or the blackberry has on husband.