Thinking Out Loud .....




Thinking Out Loud .....

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Betty Drummond

†I'm normally a very positive person with a happy go-lucky outlook. I seldom moan and I always look for the nice qualities in people. Most of the time I can easily make the best of any situation. But do you know what? I don't think I'm going to enjoy having a blog.

I'm not good at this sort of thing, I'll never have enough time to do it properly. I'll only bore people. Nobody will bother to read it. What is a blog anyway and who cares? Certainly not me.

So that sets the scene for you.

Here I am with this fabulous new Website that I have had a major hand in developing. It has been a labour of love and a massive investment. I have such high hopes for what it can do for the Line dance world and am really excited by it. But, according to all the young guns, any decent site has to have it blogs and apparently that means I have to contribute too.

I'm feeling slightly irritated, so perhaps this could be the perfect place for me to air my wicked side. Perhaps I could use it to turn the tables and have a right good old moan of my own from time to time. Maybe I could rant and rave, perhaps I could jump up and down and have a tantrum too! I'm beginning to warm to the idea now.

First off then, I want to know who keeps stealing my time because I certainly don't know where it goes. One minute I'm 19 the next I'm 29 and before I look around there's another 10, 20, 30 years on my clock.

Am I the only person who can look at a watch one minute and look again the next and find that four hours have just whizzed by. What kind of full speed, full throttle life cycle am I on?

My days are packed and happy, I'm lucky in everything that really matters and I count my blessing every day. Yet I rush headlong from one thing to the next - leaving something out to fit something else in. Does racing against the clock all the time make the clock run faster too?

I swear I never get 24 hours in any one of my days. I'm getting short changed. How come my today doesn't last long enough and my tomorrow always starts far too soon.

Watch out for the next exciting instalment of Bet's Blog - y'all come back now ya'hear.