The Last Five Posts

I have made up my mind, though my mind was already made up.  I'm going to say good-bye to the blogosphere, though it was a beautiful canvas for my words for nearly 8 years.  The 8 years of my youth, though I'm very youthful still, but more yearning for pen to paper and a little less of Russia reading my stuff.  These words will be bound and sit on my bookshelf, free game for future generations to scoff and maybe reflect on.

I found my striped journal, like I knew I would a few posts back (a few passive aggressive posts back, but hey, it all part of the package) and I am sitting here, in a hotel room for an unnecessary training, just soaking in every word.  My handwriting matured with every realization and word.  Before me is heartbreak, confusion, acceptance, and understanding.  I don't know if I was that honest in the blog; I guess I won't know until I read it all in print.  But, I do know that I've struggled to write in the past year, struggled to understand what to do next, and sometimes you just need to let things go and move on.  So, I'll return to the journal, maybe divide my time to a few others, stick important pictures between the pages, and open my mind to write again.  That is the most important thing.

Still, I love it here, and after previewing what the blog between hard covers looks like, I can't stop just yet.  I definitely can't end with that pollinator post, an important metaphor for this tumultuous world we're living in, but not the book end to this story.

No, I'm going to write five more posts.  Six if you count this one.  I'm going to write a little bit more about our life, my love, something else I wrote at Doe Bay (sorry girl if you ever read this, but maybe heed the advice), one more Spring List, and 32 things I'm thankful for.  In no particular order.

I will linger, and maybe change my mind, but this is what it will be.  For now.