Lights Out

I've been mulling this over for a long time...weeks, maybe even months. It's been a decision that has crept up on me, and basically made itself, as these things are wont to do.

It's time to shut 'er down. Close the doors. Toss the proverbial bottle into the ocean.

I have that statcounter doodad. I know that a few of you still read me every now and then...thanks for staying interested in my life and my ramblings. I know some of you see more of my life via the blog than you do of me in the flesh. Some of you only know me via the blog these days.

If I was going to overanalyze, I'd say that as I'm embarking on a new phase of my life, it's time to shut the door on the old one. It's all part and parcel of turning 30, a new perspective, a new lens...that maybe falls with grace was apropos of me five or six years ago, but slowly, I've found balance and grace, that the bumps and bruises (hell, major lacerations and near death experiences) of my twenties have slowly faded and I'm learning how to walk and run without falling at all.

If I was going to be honest, I'd say that while all that is true, I've found value in turning my attention to those right in front of me, of saving my stories for them, for paper and for a later date. Instead of relating what was, what happened, I want to turn my eye forward to what is and can be.

Maybe I just don't have any damn time and I'm tired.

Nah. That's an easy excuse.

I feel like I'm breaking up with someone...

I'll miss you.

Good night.