Week 1

Here I was with big plans to do a strong blog post. I was going to talk about my strategies for the year, my first guitar lesson, forms progress, having over 80 acts of kindness for the week, the lot. But after much aggravation with Google's 2 step verification process on an account that was set up under and email address that no longer exists, and it's complete refusal to accept any attempt to log in (even though I have the correct password) I find myself sitting here in the middle of the night, tired, irritated and quite thoroughly stuffed after several hours of attempting to resurrect it. It would appear my old blog will become a thing of the past. Yay technology >_< So this will be my blog post for week 1 of the year of the dog. Not what I wanted, but if nothing else, there is something to show for my trials. Blogging, though not something most of us have a really strong passion for, is never the less an important part of the IHC. Probably one of the most important parts actually. Lets face it, we all get together twice a week, and promptly go into our own little space. We concentrate on our own requirements, and our team effort is defined by small conversation and not stabbing each other. Not a lot of bonding on a large scale happening there. So the we have monthly meetings. Lots of value, checking in with each other, sharing frustrations and success. But again, how many go out of those meetings and sustain the warm and fuzzies past a few hours. So when do we bond? When do we get to pull together? Strange and ironic as it may seem, our most intimate conversations, exchanges of thoughts, and cries for help come from an online forum. I've told several people, this is your opportunity to find your voice. But how we use that voice is unique to each person. This is an opportunity to share and open up, to call attention to issues you find important, or to just scream into the nothingness of cyberspace. Still the irony cracks me up, but that could just be from being overly tired and irritated with google. But I digress. Tomorrow is another day and I can try again to save my blog. Apparently I get nostalgic when I don't get enough sleep.