Walk While Reading

2011

2011 a year that’s almost over. The worst year of my life, for reasons never to be explored here publicly. I’m sure there’s people in this world who want this year to pass, much more then I do, but for me, the end of two thousand and eleven can’t come soon enough. The end of a year always brings with it reflection and also the hope of new beginnings. I won’t be reflecting back this year. I’ll be forgetting and continuing to look forward in hopes, what comes, will come and what may come, I’ll be happy for. That I’ll find peace, with whatever my life may bring.
I’m not really sure what 2012 will bring. They’ll be an election to follow, for a country I don’t live in. They’ll be birthday’s, and Grade 1. They’ll be the quest for the cup, my team came a game away from winning last year. They’ll also be the end of this blog. I’m most certain, my days on tumblr will end, this coming year. With age comes insight, and I’ve become too old for a platform dominated by youth. I’ve seen a lot of my favorite people on here call in quits, or pulled away. The Mill’s, and Abbey’s, the Ryan’s, and Laura’s, the Matt’s, Mari’s and Kris Payne’s have all taken a step back or said goodbye completely. I will be doing the same thing this coming year. I feel like Babe Ruth calling his shot, and it’s completely sad and rather pathetic. For whatever reason I feel I must talk myself into it, prepare for the void tumblr will no longer fill. I must download the writing my children may one day want to see, and delete and deactivate the account that has been my life. I no longer write much about books, which is what probably brought so many of you, towards my space here on the internet, in the first place. For the most part my blog has turned into a man struggling mentally with the mistakes of his past and the fear of what the future may hold. I’ve come to the realization, that I no longer need to do that in front of eyes that trace my existence through their computer monitors. Of course, I still smile when I see that little heart from the ones I’ve come to know, when I post something. That little symbol that say’s “hello, how are you, I just read that, and I just wanted to say hi, I’m out there”. But it’s not enough. My open diary to the world has become, uncreative. It’s turned into self-pity and repetition.  So here I sit rambling about, the year that was without talking about it whatsoever. 

To all of you Happy New Year, and goodbye 2011.