This is me

Friday, 23 May 2008
Maybe it’s important to explain who I am. Maybe it’s not.

Back to business. Who I think I am quite possibly is not who you see me as, or who my family, friends, and colleagues see me as.

This is who I think I am (and I’m trying to be realistic).
I’m a wife – strange to think of myself as that. I’m married. That’s who I see myself as. My wonderful husband, Mark, does so much around the house that might typically – in a Victorian, and more recent age – have been considered a wife’s responsibility.

I’m mum to two cats. I’ll get clever soon and put a photo up. We have two Chinchilla Birman Persian cats. Murcielago (Lamborghini) and Maranello (Ferrari) are their names. They’re brothers and sometimes love each other, and sometimes not. That probably sums up their relationship with us as well.

I’m a sister, an aunt and daughter (obviously). My immediate family is scattered far and wide. My Dad and elder sister and her family live in Christchurch. My younger sister and her family in Wellington. Mum’s in Sydney and my brother (younger) in London. We haven’t been all together in a very long time.

I don’t have an abundance of friends. Don’t feel sorry for me or wonder if I have some really ugly disfigurement. The few friends I have are great friends. They’re loyal, honest, supportive and know that when I don’t keep in constant contact it’s not because I don’t care for them or take them for granted. I’m sort of a private person (she says sitting here writing a blog!).

I can’t explain why I don’t have scores of friends. I can’t even think of an excuse since those would apply to other family members and yet they have (what I consider) oodles of friends.

Anyway – moving on.

I work for a software company and have been a “loyal” employee for 8 years. Seems such a long time with one company by today’s standards. I should have itchy feet right? I have a real belief that what the company I work for want to achieve is just around the corner. And that belief keeps me interested and (usually) motivated.

My job involves looking after the documentation and training for our product. I have a great team (albeit small) who are dedicated and professional in their roles.

I’m lucky enough to more or less pick my own hours – though they’re pretty standard.

Being able to come and go (my boss trusts me) allows me to pick and choose times that I can get my training done. Sometimes it might be a hill ride on my way to work, or a long ride during the lunch hour (which is more than an hour) or a ride after work – which usually is not on my way home.

So here we are talking about training.

I have a personal coach. Mostly because I need to be accountable to someone to remain on track and focussed, and because there’s so much to know and learn and I’m a long way from being a know-it-all (sometimes I might come across like that I suppose).

I don’t reckon you’ll ever hear my name being mentioned in the paper or on TV. You might find me on the Internet, though I would think only during some terrible moment captured by some schmuck who thought it was worth a giggle and put it on You Tube.

I’m a complete novice. I don’t have the time, money and sometimes commitment to make myself really great – or really good.

While I know I’m not destined for greatness in my sporting achievements, I do strive to better my fitness and skills.

Sometimes my dedication wanes and I need a big kick in the pants. I can find lots of reasons and excuses to flag a training session and if the event is too far out I reckon I have lots of time to get my act together.

Thanks to Richard and the support of Mark I get there in the end. I tend to reach all my goals and then find that I’ve somehow reassessed my achievements and decide that the progress is too slow or I should have done better.

It might pay to mention at this point that I’m a perfectionist. Oh, and Leo – hence the constant rambling believing that everyone is dazzled by my life

I guess I ought to end this explaining why I’m blogging. I see it as a sort of online journal or diary. I sometimes feel like I want to talk more and I know that what I find interesting is not always interesting to those around me. So maybe people might stop by and read and want to comment on what I’m doing in my life. It gives me another opportunity to share with others. Maybe they’ll find it interesting or absurd or realise that we’re alike in some way.

You’ll also find more about me under the Heartfelt thoughts category.  Just click here.  The posts in this category are things I feel compelled to get off my chest.  Hopefully doing so helps me grow.

Right, well that’s the long and short of it so now for a photo.