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Final Posting

Now that I'm coming to the end of the 10th year of this blog, I think I'm reaching the end of my blogging career.  I've been pretty proud of this blog though.  It's the 3rd one I've written and the one I've stayed with the longest.  It has taken me through some high and low points in my life and through a lot of changes.  It was a place for me to rant, to be silly, to brag and to dream.  I'm not sure if it inspired many people, but it certainly inspired me.  My ideas kept churning because I knew I had a place to put them.  Now I will be seeking a new and different outlet for that.  Who knows what the future might hold?

I never wanted to put ads on my blog and I turned off commenting a long time ago.  It was for me.  It was for my edification.  And personal edification doesn't seek argument or agreement. 

So because of those choices, I never really knew how many readers I had and if they enjoyed this blog.  I often felt a bit like Carrie Bradshaw when I mentioned the blog to people who I thought might like it in a "wow....even my friends find me irrelevant" sort of way.  Or when I let celebs (major and minor) know I'd reviewed their books or records and they never responded.  Or I could tell a friend didn't actually read a post I had sent to them.  Yes, I knew.  But that's okay.  It was never for you.  It was for me.

But I do thank the readers that did drop by.  I know my sister was a fan.  Sometimes my husband.  At one time, this blog site was a place for a purging.  Once I got over the need for that kind of emotion, I pulled all those posts down.  Then the blog became about sharing local stories and music.  Then it became about fun.  The thing is, in 10 years a blog can become a lot of things to its writer.  I loved watching that growth.  It was a growth and change for me even if no one else saw it, and it was powerful.

I know I'll always write in some form, even if it's just for me.  I doubt I'll ever have anything published in any consumable way for the masses.  But I'll always have my stories.....my journals.....my verse......my thoughts.  And I hope I'll always have my imagination.  It has kept me company my entire life, and I hope it never leaves me.

Thank you for reading and sharing this blog if you did.  And I hope there was something valuable in it for you. All my love to you, gentle readers.....

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