Day 1

Yesterday I went out and FINALLY bought my very first laptop. I know! It seems crazy that I've never owned a laptop before, but I'm a stalwart Luddite, and have been dragged into the 21st century kicking and screaming about my love of paper and pencils.

​My unexpected purchase was precipitated by two things.

The first was the tragic loss of a whole term's planning. My planning is beautifully handwritten (on paper) and secured with paper clips, colour coded by key phase. However, due to my lack of a laptop, I never got around to typing up my plans on the teachers' shared drive at school, and therefore, when I opened my folder and blankly stared at the emptiness within, I sensed a couple of decade's worth of head-in-the-sand technological diffidence rushing up to bite me on the ass.
​I'm really not even old, but the double whammy of writing plans on ACTUAL PAPER, and then completely forgetting where I'd put them or where I'd last seen them, seems to suggest otherwise.

​Anyway, the other reason - more positive - is that I've been toying with the idea of blogging for a quite a while now, and even *I* know that you can't do that on paper.
​Why blogging? Well, I've always been a diary-writer. It isn't possible to contain all my thoughts in my small head without going crazy.
Hubby and I have this old joke. In the early days of our relationship, I would steal a glance at him looking impressively, solemnly thoughtful, and ask, "What are you thinking?"
​And his response would always begin with a startled, guilty jolt, then a glazed expression, followed by a sheepish, "Nothing."
​At first, I never believed him, and we would almost fight about it. Why wouldn't he tell me his innermost thoughts? What was he hiding from me? Would our relationship ever blossom with this kind of defensive closed attitude??
​Then, as the years went by, and we learned how to communicate, I realised he was telling the truth. He really DIDN'T have a head full of conflicting, whirling, urgent thoughts.
That was just me.
​And it might be better for me to get those musings and analyses out on paper (figuratively) than have them bottled up inside my head. People might even find them interesting. You never know.