This has been a while coming. While I started out eager enough to share my frustrations on raising a toddler, the longer I blog, the more I see value in keeping some experiences and emotions to myself.
A good friend from college died unexpectedly. My first instinct was to pour out my emotions here, in my digital journal. But my second reaction was to question why. What good would come of outpouring my grief in my blog, for any casual passerby to discover? I’d keep this one to myself.
Despite having adapted quite nicely to being a digital native, the more I settle into my virtual surroundings, the more I find myself filtering my thoughts. There are people I would hurt if I gave a play by play of every incident. There are stones better left unturned.
Also, given the fact that I live on Facebook and Twitter for work, maybe I should go offline in my personal life, I reasoned. My hand cramped from actually writing in my long-forgotten paper journal. It’s a muscle that will have to relearn the memory and joy it once had in scripting out my thoughts and dreams.
And so, dear friends, few though you be (and I suspect the majority of you are relatives or friends of my devoted mother), I declare this to be my last post. It has been a good run; I started this blog to unleash my emotions about how I felt anything but ideal as a mother. I was on a mission to find other women who felt the same. I did. I’ve met amazing women who also blog about parenting at conferences. I’ve also shared my travel adventures, which is a topic I love writing about. I’ve enjoyed writing for writing’s sake, which helps me balance writing for work.
But it’s time to move on, if you actually were transfixed by my life’s story, find me on Facebook. Maybe I’ll share there more now.
Thanks for listening to me, and occasionally leaving a reassuring comment. It’s time to move forward.