You know what they say: when something ends, something else begins…
And of course, it’s true. It’s the way things continuously evolve, change and transform. Whether we like it or not.
And things don’t always end brutally, in spite of the tolling sound echoing in the back of my mind, as I am typing the word “end”. Sometimes things end naturally. A week ago, I realised that the end of this year would be the end of this blog. Just as I decided to stop my daily Facebook posting at the end of last year, that time after two years of daily posting.
So, this is the last post, the 50th post.
I have always said that I am a collector. A collector of experiences, of stories, and now, of posts…
The mirrorball was another creative experiment, another exploration of how thoughts, feelings, conversations and events link up, connect and can bring up new insights that so easily turn into stories. And how my personal stories can resonate with other people’s stories, your stories.
And, yeah, it’s been fun. It’s been a good experiment. I’ve enjoyed writing every single post. Mostly never knowing what the post was going to be, when sitting on a Thursday evening or early Friday morning to write it. Well, there were often themes floating in my head, coloured by a few vivid memories. And when I stayed with it all, something often emerged, and often, it turned into a meaningful story – at least to me. That is how it’s gone for me each week for the last year.
And I thank you for reading this post and maybe other posts, and maybe, even, all of my posts – I know some of you did. I am very grateful for your time, appreciation and feedback. And for your virtual companionship in this creative endeavour.
And no, I don’t really know what is beginning. I have ideas floating around. Just need to let it all emerge properly and let it unfold as it needs to…
For now, this is just the end.