My sister blogs and she has changed blogs several times. I never really got that until I needed to change my own. I got to a point where I had all kinds of notes all over about things I wanted to blog about, but I just couldn't get them up. I couldn't picture them on that blue back ground, knowing who would be reading them. And now I realize why we have to change up sometimes . . . blogs mark time and mark periods of our lives and when we come to the end of one, we must start another.
I put Putting It Out There up because I needed a creative outlet. I needed to jump start my zombified brain and remember that I had things to say and a unique way of seeing the world. And it worked for that. Worked very well. It also helped me frame experiences, give events in my life a beginning, middle and end. But now it won't work for me because I'm done with that need. Now, when so much of my life seems up in the air, I need a self help board. I need a place where I can whine about the loss of my very best boss. Where I can muse about possible futures and where I can bemoan the next hard laps. And that just wasn't what Putting It Out There was all about.
I chose the title of this blog because I very much feel like I'm standing near the edge of the cliff and I'm about to turn, walk towards it, open my arms and jump. I just don't know where I'm jumping to.
I guess we'll find out together.
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