I've made up my mind.
It's time for me to leave this blog behind. It served its purpose and did so well, but I've left behind just enough of a trail for real-life npeople to figure out who I am. I'm not ashamed of anything I've written here, but it just weirds me out that there are people who know my real identity who are lurking and reading my blog. You know who you are. Now you know that I know. And I've known for over a year.
Hey, it's a free country. I put the blog out there, and people are reading it. But having people who know me in real life read this blog without acknowledging their presence was not the purpose of this blog.
If you've been here for the whole ride, you know what this blog was about.
It was about my trying to find my niche in life.
It was about me going through a divorce and thinking I was over it and better off for it but struggling nonetheless.
It was about me thinking that Phil was the man of my dreams and then inviting him to be my housemate and realizing that we really are better off just being friends.
It was about me losing a job and trying to figure out what I want to do for a living, and trying first one job and then another and still not being sure I've found my calling.
It was about me occasionally making pertinent, perhaps even poignant, comments on the human condition.
Sometimes, it was just about documenting the vanity plates I saw on the road.
That's what it was about. But what is it about now?
It's going to be about having my say, but this time I won't blur the lines or smudge the edges. If I can't, try as I might, be like John and blog under my true identity, then I'm going to need to create a new identity.
And I can't take you with me.
My email address still works, and it always will. If you want to get in touch with me, you know how. I welcome your comments (even from the lurkers!) and I know where you are, and hopefully I'll find more time to drop in and say hello, leave a comment or two - as Kenna. She's not going away.
She's just not going to be blogging here any more.