and in the end we bid adieu ...

I have never been one who is afraid of endings, of finality. I have a keen understanding of when something has run it's course - and am able to release it freely. Generally without regret. Without too much sadness. Without anxiety. With a sense of internal peace.

It takes balls to muster up the energy, the appropriate actions to preform, the respectable words to use. It takes liquid courage. It takes a strong belief that the unknown will treat you well. And that you can handle whatever may be, even if it may be an empty room right now. Or a dark doorway. Or  the longest stretch of luscious fields you have ever seen. How you view it is entirely  up to you. It can be what you need it to be.

Recent events in my life have led me to the end of this road. The birth of my third promoted an even deeper need to spend more time admiring, enjoying and respecting all 4 of my children. And with moments of my own the deeper need to revert to that old pen and paper, to keep it private. Until I am ready to share the whole story.

I have a desire to be more of a writer then some out in this space. People who hide behind "facts and opinions" and use this forum as a way to feel better about themselves. And so putting distance between what they do and what I want to do will only help me achieve what I desire to.

This space has served me well. Was gentle and kind/hard and confusing at all the appropriate times. I love what you have given me, and will be forever grateful.

This is not the end of me or of humancomaptible. This is just a rest. A break that I feel comfortable with. A moment, perhaps selfish, that I want. And need.

I look forward to being with myself for awhile. Of keeping my moments inside. Of bouncing them off of those I hold dear.

I have no regrets. No sadness. No anxiety. Just some peace.