I’m pretty sure my readership has dwindled to nothing. I’m okay with that. This was never about being popular or famous. I just loved to write.
I tell myself there’s no time to write anymore, but that’s not true. I always wrote my best work when I was angry or hurt. I guess the silence of this blog has become a testimony to how good my life has become. Sure, I’ve sailed off the deep end a time or two, but I’ve learned that airing your dirty laundry on the Internet isn’t exactly a great idea.
I’ve thought about shutting down altogether, but I just can’t bear to do that. This tiny little blog is a huge piece of me, floating around out in cyberspace. It’s part of my personal narrative, and because of it, I met so many amazing people.
Maybe I’ll make another run at it. Maybe it will stay dormant until my children graduate. Maybe some life-changing event will inspire me to write again. There are so many wonderful, weird, crazy stories that happen to me on a daily basis that I would love to share… but lately, living in the moment has become the most important thing.
I hope you are all doing well. I am.