I blog inconsistently. Sometimes I seem to have lots to say; at other times I stay silent.
I like to take photographs.
I like to think.
I like to see things from multiple perspectives.
I love to travel.
I ask a lot of questions.
I read comments on news items and blog posts, even though others tell me it’s a sure way to bewilderment and frustration; to coming face to face with the ignorance that abounds around us.
I am a mother and a grandmother.
I was an academic for many years until I wasn’t. And then I found my way back to academia and so am an academic again, but in a completely different field and I’m still feeling my way.
It’s surprising how life turns out.
Life turns. Corners, forks in the road, deviations, paths probably best not trodden but I blithely went forward. No sense of planning for the future. Where will you be in five years, Sharon?
But I’m here now and feeling the need to make the most of it.
In late December 2017, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. It was a diagnosis that came out of the blue and one I wasn’t at all prepared for. I’m still processing what it means for me. I’m still unsure whether it’s a big deal or a blip on the road – a deviation – that will be just another story in a few years’ time.
Time will tell.