Starting my own blog

I have been talking about this for months if not years, and as someone sometimes, only sometimes, prone to falling asleep after I sing or read my children to sleep, I would have had a good seven/eight hours sleep by 5.00am and here I am, all fresh, all awake at 5.00am AND thinking about setting up my blog. So, this morning, when my eyes popped wide open at the ungodly hour of 5.00 am on my Easter holidays- I see it as a sign, that it's now or never.

So here I am, at my most favourite time of the day, when I can be ME, before the other parts of me unlayer, unfold, unravel.

Dawn- the ethereally quiet time of the day, where reflection happens, when the dew is lightly lacing the top of leaves and trees, it's when I can be myself- the poet, penning first draft verses in her journal, for that other time when she have the time, when she can go back to redrafting her poem, another dawn. This is the time when I think best, clearly, thoughtfully and without being sullied by the wearing down of the day.

At dawn, I can be me, writing an article, or musing on an issue I feel strongly about, without the other parts of me calling out to me. The stack of essays waiting to be marked( which unfortunately during term-time takes up my dawn), the little wound on the finger of my 2 and a half year old waiting to be kissed, the broken leads of a mechanical pencil of a seven year old waiting to be picked up, the pony tail of a ten year old waiting to fixed for a ballet class, or that grocery list, waiting to be crossed out, or that work email waiting to be answered.

Hence, the break of dawn is my most special time, for it is the time when I can be myself and be at peace at having myself for company. It is also a rather important time, for dawn is when most of my conversations with God happens as the morning birds start to trill. It sounds rather selfish, doesn't it? But it is so necessary, for when the rest of the household is awake, I become someone else. I can be me.

After all, one may think, you are a mother of three, an educator in a busy international school, a small-time entrepreneur, a closet poet, a wife, a daughter, a sister and a friend- loving and caring on all accounts, why do you need to be YOU? So, my answer is, more crucial than anything else, before I can be damned good at being all the rest, which I jolly damned well be, I better be the BEST at being myself. So at 5.00am in the morning, with my laptop in my very quiet and cosy open-plan living room, I can truly be me, and hence my blog begins.....

This is the beginning, the icing on my cake.....,,,( for lack of a worse cliche!) :)