I started this blog with no purpose except to have a place to put my ramblings. I never expected anyone to read it, and never really tracked whether anyone did or not. I know my close friends and loved ones visit regularly, but that's all I've ever concerned myself with.
I've shared wonderful, terrible, and indifferent emotions through my writings here; I've been through the dredges of my heart and mind and come out the other side - smiling and smoking a cigar and slugging whiskey from the bottle. I've opened up my mind for all to read, perhaps too much - maybe not enough.
Still I feel like it's now time to move on. I will still blog, just not here. I'll still write, but not in this space. This blog feels, to me, like a part of my life that I've left behind. Some good times, some bad, but most real. It feels wrong for me to turn to this venue to share myself - the part of me I once shared here I now keep closer to the hearth. I move on to greener pastures, new adventures, and the rest of my life.
I do not leave you behind, dear readers; I invite you to follow me, to live life with me, to laugh and eat and drink and be merry with me. But not here.
This will be my last post at RecipeForAnarchy.com. I am filled with joy thinking about what will come, and sadness at what has been left behind. But we move forward, fellow travellers, forever onward and upward. To do anything else would be to fall behind.
So that's it, the lights are coming on, the needles are being lifted from the records, and the taps are being shut off. You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here.
