I witnessed the death of a blog yesterday. And, just like the first time I became aware of my own mortality back in high school, I realized this would one day happen to me.
I mean, sure, there's a small possibility I'll never get tired of my current hobby. But let's be honest here, how long have I ever stuck with anything? My hobbies tend to have a lifespan of 1 - 5 months. Since this particular hobby is so ego-centric, I estimate 1 additional year of fascination before I begin to tire of it and the inevitable strikes: blog burn-out.
So my purpose today is 2-fold. First, I want to say goodbye to Just Beachy, one of my favorite reads and an awesome provider of resources, interesting links, a no-nonsense modern mindset, and pretty beach photos! Kelli promised she'd still be around and I hope that's the case! (Kelli, if you're reading, this is a test and you have passed) But if not, I hope not blogging proves to be a way of life as enjoyable as blogging, even if I personally can't imagine it right now.
I also wanted to write my own, imaginary burn-out letter, because I figure when I get burned out I won't want to write one. But then I realized I had nothing to write about so instead I'm going to write one for Kelli.
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Dear Readers (of my totally awesome, amazing blog),
I'm tired of writing. It's been a long time coming, and some of you may not be surprised by the choice I'm making. I'm resigning from blogging.
Life's gotten busier lately, what with Little K getting older, the holiday season coming on, and being called away for secret CIA missions. I also feel I've been living a double life lately, trying to feign an interest in pop culture and current events, while my heart is with my family and my work, dealing with the uprisings in Area 51.
So it really is time to say goodbye. Truthfully, I won't have access to the blog on the space shuttle, anyway, and it will probably be a few years before the Mars One colony gets high speed internet. But never fear! Like King Arthur, I too will return one day and reign supreme once more!
Kelli, The Once and Future Blogger
P.S. I actually have an excellent post about burn-out, which, ironically, you won't be able to read now that it's relevant to me, personally. Jenn discussed some of that post here: 6 Reasons to Stay Small, but remember that the link back to my page won't work anymore, and neither will the links in a post Jenn has scheduled for the end of December. She should probably take them out, but she's too busy grieving so please just ignore them.
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Goodbye for now, Just Beachy! (but not Kelli, because she's still here, right? Right?!?!) Oh, and in case you were wondering, yes, my goodbye letter will be even weirder, and yes, I am writing it now so I'll have it ready to post when I don't want to write anymore.
In case you weren't feeling sad enough:
I mean, sure, there's a small possibility I'll never get tired of my current hobby. But let's be honest here, how long have I ever stuck with anything? My hobbies tend to have a lifespan of 1 - 5 months. Since this particular hobby is so ego-centric, I estimate 1 additional year of fascination before I begin to tire of it and the inevitable strikes: blog burn-out.
So my purpose today is 2-fold. First, I want to say goodbye to Just Beachy, one of my favorite reads and an awesome provider of resources, interesting links, a no-nonsense modern mindset, and pretty beach photos! Kelli promised she'd still be around and I hope that's the case! (Kelli, if you're reading, this is a test and you have passed) But if not, I hope not blogging proves to be a way of life as enjoyable as blogging, even if I personally can't imagine it right now.
I also wanted to write my own, imaginary burn-out letter, because I figure when I get burned out I won't want to write one. But then I realized I had nothing to write about so instead I'm going to write one for Kelli.
______________________________
Dear Readers (of my totally awesome, amazing blog),
I'm tired of writing. It's been a long time coming, and some of you may not be surprised by the choice I'm making. I'm resigning from blogging.
Life's gotten busier lately, what with Little K getting older, the holiday season coming on, and being called away for secret CIA missions. I also feel I've been living a double life lately, trying to feign an interest in pop culture and current events, while my heart is with my family and my work, dealing with the uprisings in Area 51.
So it really is time to say goodbye. Truthfully, I won't have access to the blog on the space shuttle, anyway, and it will probably be a few years before the Mars One colony gets high speed internet. But never fear! Like King Arthur, I too will return one day and reign supreme once more!
Kelli, The Once and Future Blogger
P.S. I actually have an excellent post about burn-out, which, ironically, you won't be able to read now that it's relevant to me, personally. Jenn discussed some of that post here: 6 Reasons to Stay Small, but remember that the link back to my page won't work anymore, and neither will the links in a post Jenn has scheduled for the end of December. She should probably take them out, but she's too busy grieving so please just ignore them.
______________________________
Goodbye for now, Just Beachy! (but not Kelli, because she's still here, right? Right?!?!) Oh, and in case you were wondering, yes, my goodbye letter will be even weirder, and yes, I am writing it now so I'll have it ready to post when I don't want to write anymore.
In case you weren't feeling sad enough:
What blogs have you seen come to a close? Have you thought about how you would end your own blog?
