A Life Most Perfect

We should probably begin at the beginning, before the 11th August 2004.

Prior to this said date, my life was perfect.

Nice house, happy family (two well behaved girls), lovely husband, good jobs, great friends.

Now bear with me here - incase you have a little vomit in your mouth at this point, it's ok, so do I. ;-)

I was one of those girls who took life rather seriously.  Martha Stuart Style.    Life was colour coordinated, organised and rather rigid.  But matching serviettes and plates are important - right?

To be totally honest, I'm not sure it was simply to look good in the eyes of others - it was more of a need to be in control.  Life and family had to look a certain way, and come hell or high water I would keep it so!  I was brought up a Baptist girl after all, and whilst the religion had waned in my life, old values are very hard to let go of.

In hind site, I was rather like a bird, flying about in circles, with it's head up it's own arse.  Oblivious to the fact that eventually and spectacularly I was destined to crash to earth!

Did I see it coming?  No!
Was I totally astonished?  Yes!

Was it the total making of me?  Absolutely!

Thank goodness!

Stay tuned!
Katie