Well, not really a big lead up with that title: This is my last post.
I started this blog just shy of three years ago, and I’ve covered a lot of ground between then and now. From processing my feelings on the toxic ex of a then new partner, all the way up to her being a distant memory and me not holding every mermaid accountable, to most recently, our intimate fairytale nuptials.
In between the topics ranged from navigating a global pandemic, voicing my frustrations on racial injustice, a few travel experiences in real time, as well as past. The documenting of my budding love of sailing, the trials and tribulations (and joys) of growing older, as well as some that tore my heart out, like as I purged the confusion within the grief I experienced during the tragic loss of a close friend, the sadness I poured onto a page in a tribute to a beloved pet lost, or the one where I bared my soul in recounting the damage my children and I experienced at the hands of a sociopath.
I suppose with all that being said, it’s obvious I never settled into one lane, but if there was one reoccurring theme that wove it’s way throughout my posts more consistently than any others, it would have to be the demons I exorcized as they related to my mother. In doing that, this little blog healed me in ways I never expected. After feeling silenced for so many years, or frustrated that when I did speak out it fell on deaf ears, finding my voice on this platform made me feel heard.
Interestingly enough, by some of the messages in my inbox, it would seem that my estranged mom was a regular reader. Though reading doesn’t mean hearing, and it definitely doesn’t translate to understanding. And that’s ok, the reality is that I did feel understood by many, and those with their similar experiences let me know I was so much less alone in that part of my life than I’d thought. With every post I found more confidence in speaking my truth, and as that happened, the less I needed her to understand, the less I needed that, the more peace that came into my world.
In all these posts, whatever the subject matter, every single time somebody reached out to say they related, or to share how they were affected by reading what I wrote, it validated that pull to express myself through the written word that I’ve always felt for as far back as I can recall.
During these past three years I gave life to a new reality with my pen (well my fingers on a keyboard, you know what I mean). I spent so many years referring to myself as a “wanna be writer”, but with every blog post I posted I became a little more comfortable in saying ” I am a writer”. I may not be a great writer, I’m not a published writer (yet), but a writer none the less. I am a writer, because I write.
The plan is to keep writing, just not here. I’m going to enter some writing contests, maybe start submitting essays to magazines or newspapers. I’m also planning to keep chipping away at that book.
Considering how sporadic my posting has been, I suppose I didn’t need to do anything as dramatically formal as officially sign on just to sign off, but yeah, I did. I’m a full circle kinda girl. And this little piece of my life has been full circle worthy. I mean hey, it’s one thing to write, but it’s a whole other to have what you write, read! So to all of you that indulged me, encouraged and reassured me, or just stumbled upon a post and took the time to browse through it, I thank you. Big big gratitude for it all.
And on that note, last post complete! ✌️
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You are an incredible Writer