A challenge to myself: Blog everyday in May

Sometimes I like to give myself a personal challenge. Some of you would make a challenge a physical thing, like run a marathon, which just isn't my thing. Others will find giving something up a challenge, but I find the give up things challenge pretty easy. No alcohol for a month - easy, no chocolate - harder, but still easy. But doing something and staying committed to it every day for a month, I find that really hard. You need to find the time. EVERY DAY.

Anyway, I have decided to give it a go to Blog Every Day in May. But not just any old blogs, I will be following the daily prompts from this list here.

Clearly, I have missed the first few days so I have to make up for them, plus I might have even more to say on some days and actually post twice, which might annoy some of you who think that a blog post from me twice a week is already enough.

But, I am going to give it a try anyway.

Now that you know what I am doing, here is the first challenge: Which is harder than it sounds...250 words is not a lot.



Day 1, Wednesday: The story of your life in 250 words or less (or one paragraph... no one will be counting your words... probably)

I was born in a private Catholic hospital in Melbourne.

My parents moved around a little bit, not for any real reason, just because there were better opportunities, and more fun to be had at the next destination, so I attended four schools in all before I hit university. When I was ten we moved to the country and I had a love hate relationship with it from the start. I hated my new school, but found new friends on the bus, I hated horses, but loved lambing season. I hated being so far from the city but loved the space we had to roam around in.

After uni I headed to the big city and worked in finance marketing for a while, I headed to Europe and backpacked around on my own, then went back again two years later and then went to Ireland for a year to work and play.  I just wasn’t all that settled in Melbourne, and probably would have ended up in Europe permanently but by this stage I had also met Mr H. We hooked up, got married, had two kids, got ourselves a picket fence and a mortgage and after working here, there and everywhere I now work for a private Catholic hospital in Melbourne – yes, the very same one!