I’ve felt this coming for a while.
And then I kept talking myself out of it.
“I’m a writer,” I told myself. “This is where I write.”
But it really is time.
I’m writing a little here, a little for Aiming Low, and then my writing allowance is spent for the week. Yet neither of these things takes me in a direction that I truly need to go. It’s really just treading water, and not very gracefully at that.
My hospital is struggling again, so I’ve increased my work hours to help. I need to do that – people’s jobs are on the line and I can’t not give that effort 110% right now, it wouldn’t be fair.
So I’m going to sign off for a while. I’m going to spend my weekly writing allowance in other ways, and I’m going to stop fretting when I’m ignoring obligation B because obligation A is taking up all my time. I need to stop being sad every time someone reads my blog that I’m not returning the favor – blogging is about community and too much lately I have been a community of one+guilt.
But I’m going to keep paying my annual domain fees, and keep the site live. Because one day I hope to be here again, making you laugh and sharing with you. Sometimes things only feel real when I have shared them, and I will miss that.
Please email me, if you have any need to. My words and my heart are still at the disposal of the people I love if there is any call for them. I will still bounce around on Twitter when I can – too many of my friends are there for me to vanish into the night.
Some of the best experiences in my life have come because of this bright, shiny little space of mine in the blogosphere. I think it must have been the rainbow bubbles.
Because bubbles are awesome. And rainbows? Don’t even get me started on rainbows.
Much love and with grateful thanks,