Emotional plumbing

It took me exactly three years and a few months to get convinced that I do need to start blogging. Diary? Ok... it's private... this is public and in the eye in every reader who blogs or doesn't blog! Whether or not this will provide me with the much-needed antidote to love/pain/failure/success -- I don't know, but for now I am convinced that this is what I really do want to be doing.

So while on one hand, my mind wanders off to the recent holiday I took to the cloudy terrains of Lansdowne, the other part of me is still lost in the jamboree of sticky emotional cobwebs that refuse to get dusted away from my mind.

So as I progress with my blogs, I am going to unearth and slowly get together the little fragments of what has been left behind, what needs to be left behind and what needs to be carried further.

But for now... the immediate now... I know I need some emotional *plumbing!!

* Plumbing is done to clear up the dirty/waste water.

Watch out for more...