"Great things are going to grow out of all this"
~ Anais Nin
~ Anais Nin
I've spent senseless weeks figuring how to construct this entry in a fashion which matched my hesitant heart. I now realize it's been the severest form of emotional procrastination. I wanted to give some form of sweeping "poetic justice" to the finale, a summary of all that has been recorded, confessed, charted, and revealed in this blog. 'Tis useless. It would be an attempt to abbreviate a beautiful jagged journey in one sentence or less.
Pure childish, futility at its best.
Truth: It simply feels right for me to release TWOSS, now, let it stand on it's own - as a brief photograph into the world of one woman - the losses, discoveries, love, let downs, observations, rants, ponderings, and as always - the fragile hopes for a better future. My first blog entry was about the murder of a loved one, and there have been many like entries since. Life and loss have been too thick a thread woven into these words of dreams and wishes, and in them now are my desire to move forward. I must let it go; in order to catapult my words, my identity, and my future in to something bigger; something more.
No, I will never forget. It is unreasonable and impossible. This blog and its contents will be imprinted on my soul forever. I have celebrated, succeeded, shared, reveled, raged, given up, broken down, questioned, cursed, and fought my way back into the light - over and over again. And more than that, I have learned that compassion is present in this world; that there are good people existing within these tangled bandwiths who can support, relate, agree, and disagree with you - all through the written word, and out of love and respect.
I promise, I'm won't get mushy. This is not good-bye, just a bookmark of where the last seven years of The World of Supa Sister is parked. For posterity. This is merely a transition to the next chapter(s). You'll see me again soon, somewhere - and that's a promise. Partially, (oh did I forget) because I'm working on a new manuscript. (yay!) AND, in the meantime, a brand new blog to come.
Until then - stay blessed, stay supa.
Pure childish, futility at its best.
Truth: It simply feels right for me to release TWOSS, now, let it stand on it's own - as a brief photograph into the world of one woman - the losses, discoveries, love, let downs, observations, rants, ponderings, and as always - the fragile hopes for a better future. My first blog entry was about the murder of a loved one, and there have been many like entries since. Life and loss have been too thick a thread woven into these words of dreams and wishes, and in them now are my desire to move forward. I must let it go; in order to catapult my words, my identity, and my future in to something bigger; something more.
No, I will never forget. It is unreasonable and impossible. This blog and its contents will be imprinted on my soul forever. I have celebrated, succeeded, shared, reveled, raged, given up, broken down, questioned, cursed, and fought my way back into the light - over and over again. And more than that, I have learned that compassion is present in this world; that there are good people existing within these tangled bandwiths who can support, relate, agree, and disagree with you - all through the written word, and out of love and respect.
I promise, I'm won't get mushy. This is not good-bye, just a bookmark of where the last seven years of The World of Supa Sister is parked. For posterity. This is merely a transition to the next chapter(s). You'll see me again soon, somewhere - and that's a promise. Partially, (oh did I forget) because I'm working on a new manuscript. (yay!) AND, in the meantime, a brand new blog to come.
Until then - stay blessed, stay supa.
"I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now , as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that;
and may I say, not in a shy way,
No, oh no, not me.
"Supa did it her way."
~Frank Sinatra, "I Did It My Way"
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now , as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that;
and may I say, not in a shy way,
No, oh no, not me.
~Frank Sinatra, "I Did It My Way"
