The story of this blog is the story of my life. An initial burst of enthusiasm, which then slowly peters out.
Far from blogging every day I haven't blogged for nearly three weeks.
Granted in those three weeks I've travelled to and from America with all the jet lag that entails. And my four year old has decided to have one of those periods that children have where she insists on waking up every night. It is then a battle of wills as to who gives in first. She is strong willed I'll give her that. The result is I haven't had seven hours consecutive sleep in months.
The last time this happened was when we only had one child. Our first born didn't sleep through the night more than two nights running in her first two and a half years on this here earth.
This period coincided with my least productive two years in my job. I was angry and frustrated with my lot. And couldn't understand why no-one else could see what I could see.
Well guess what? That's how I feel again. Are the two related? Or is it merely coincidental?
I'm more mature now and can at least recognise my emotions before letting fly with a snotty email.
Reading 'How to win friends and influence people' has certainly played a positive part. It reminds me to find the positive before jumping to the negative.
I'm not right all of the time. An obvious thing to say. But we're all laden down with our own self importance.
On Friday I also re-learned an important lesson. Someone once said do something every day that scares you. Like my blogging I tend to be less frequent than that. Anyway I took the plunge and presented the Drive programme on BCB. So rather than merely sitting in the studio while someone else does all the hard work, I was in charge of the knobs and faders.
Having avoided doing it for 18 months I'm now frustrated with myself for not having the balls to do it earlier. I had to be more or less forced to do it as my co-presenter was away and I was the next most experienced option.
Reminded me of playing football for the cub scouts all those years ago. My dad more or less dragging me along. Then I was hooked for the next ten years going on to captain my local team.
So what great wisdom do I derive from this sorry tale?
Sleep is good. I'm a coward. And I'll write blogs when I bloody well want to.
I feel better already. By the way the car has no relevance to this post other than to say I'd like to drive one of these one day.