You know how they say everything happens in its own time for a reason.
This morning I woke like any other morning. My back was sore. That’s not new. I made good coffee, also not new.
I checked the emails and the sites and the comments. I read the smattering of news that I can stomach. I made another cup of coffee and greeted Jen and Will.
I considered finishing the 700 word post I’d written yesterday, but opted to do some stretches and listen to Esther Hicks, instead. I found a Hicks tape that talked about bodily pain, resistance, and dwelling on stuff instead of focusing on where I’m heading. I wondered if the post I’d written yesterday had anything to do with the increased pain in my back.
And then it hit me!
I’m done writing about narcissism. I’m so done.
That decision has been in the making, but it also seemed to come out of nowhere. I know you know what I mean.
I’m not closing down this blog.
I’m leaving it here as an example of how to navigate all the bullshit that comes with narcissism.
I will answer comments and emails and letters. I plan on maintaining these amazing relationships that were formed within the walls of this blog. I wouldn’t be who I am without my connections with you.
I can’t thank you enough.
But it’s time to move on, really move on.
I’ll be bringing Hank and the Spirit Guides with me. I have no choice. They still have a lot to say.
I’ll still be on Twitter.
The kids know. They are excited. They wanted to make sure I’d still be writing. I told them, “Yes! Of course I’ll be writing, just not about narcissism.” They are good with that.
I’ll let you know where the other site is, in case you want to keep in touch. Or maybe this is where our paths take off in different directions. If so, I’ll miss you, and I wish you well.
Oh, and my back already feels so much better with this decision.