The End

When I was growing up, I kept diaries. Sort of.

I kept them much the same way I post on this blog--in waves. Hit or miss. Sometimes writing every day and sometimes going weeks (or months) without recording anything at all. And I would continue to do this until eventually, I would turn the page of the journal and find myself at the back cover with no more room to write.

So I would purchase a new book and continue--on fresh pages. A new chronicle, even as it was a continuation of the old.

And I could look at all of those volumes and tell you which one I wrote in when my parents were getting divorced and which one contained the girly, mushy, teenage memories of my first kiss. One sporadic story of my childhood contained in several volumes.

For awhile now it I have had the feeling that maybe I have come to the virtual "last page" of this blog. That it is time to start a new volume.

Not because I've literally run out of space, but because there is something fresh and new and promising about a blank journal where the spine crackles a little bit when you open it. There's something about how the pen feels on that first page that reminds you that today and all the days that will follow are just a little bit different than yesterday. Perhaps they contain a fresh and new story.

So I'm going to "shelve" this volume of the cyber-chronicle of my life and start a new one. And I can't wait to see how it unfolds.

You'll find it

here

I'd love it if you'd stop by!