I've thought about starting my own blog for a while, one that was dedicated to writing.

We already have a family blog that I occasionally update and tell about us; so I wasn't that concerned or gun-ho to do it.  But last night, I couldn't sleep; literally. I think I got about an hour or two of ZZZ's if that.  The problem?  I kept havng a 'blog' pop into my head.  One I was supposed to start, to record not only my life; but my stories.  I am supposed to write it to tell about the things that might make a difference to someone else. 

I think it was a conspiracy from the relatives that I have recently lost, who are now are on the other side haunting me to get my writing started.  So... here it goes.   I am up and running, or should I say "writing".  I have so many things I have been through, survived and experienced that I am sure it is to expose my vulnerable and weak side which was made tough by living through so much pain and heartache.  I have a story to tell, and I am going to tell it.

I am not sure if anyone will actually read this, or if they will care.  So, it may be a huge waste of time really. But because I was nudged all night long, there must be a purpose behind it.  So, I will begin my story....Stephanie's Ballad.