I is leaving.
This blog has become too open to scrutiny and examination by those who know me little and care even less about how my words were intended to be read. So yes, I’m leaving this space which has increasingly become more restrictive, so that I may be myself again without stepping on too many toes, better for everyone and better for breathing, imho. Cuts the wind that people use to fan unnecessary fires as well.
I would like the place that I call a blog to return to serving the function it used to serve before it became a public announcement service.
You will find me where you need me.
Adios.
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In case the above reference was too vague, I am moving away from this url. Not stop blogging. No the new space isn’t private and secret and hush-hush nor intended to be a vomit spot where I can angst myself to death to a marginal audience. If you know me well enough, you’ll give me a little more credit than that.
I will blog what I want to blog. About food, about baking, about church, about serving, about the bible, about my pets, my photos and about anything I want without feeling like people may perceive a hidden agenda behind what I choose to say. If you want to find my blog, you will find it. If you want to find it, you can also – ask me. I will tell you. But since most people who dig this blog are generally just following the now concluded drama serial, I do not presume that the regularities of my normal life will be equally entertaining.
In short, this blog has become too public. My mistake perhaps, in having linked it up to Facebook. I am generally reclusive by nature. I do not crave the attention that this blog, circumstances, and the elections has unwittingly drawn to myself. Am I running away? No, I merely have no need or love for public attention and I would really like my blog to return to being a platform where I can freely share my thoughts, my love for God, my love for baking and all other carefree lizzy-things.
My friends would know that I generally do not bat an eyelid at many things. But to so harshly come upon the revelation that I have been so devastatingly misrepresented and misunderstood is heartbreaking – shattering, in fact. Eye-opening. Do not be mistaken to think that silence means that we do not hurt. We are not insensible people, all I can hope is that you give us the benefit of doubt when we say there are reasons behind why we have chosen to execute our actions as such. I am still recovering. Still finding strength to ever have the will to do anything again with such blind, unquestioning passion. Because when you give so much of your heart away to something, the more painful the shock of realizing just how differently others can choose to perceive your actions. Should I apologize for not being able to be someone who is not easily understood because of her serious demeanor and choice of words? Perhaps. I am too honest, too blunt, too sharp, too unwilling to pepper up the truth to make it more palatable to swallow. So that is why I choose silence at all other times – because I know the value of words and the consequences of the words I would otherwise choose to speak. A wordsmith does not spend his words unwisely.
He who restrains his words has knowledge,
And he who has a cool spirit is a man of understanding.
Even a fool, when he keeps silent, is considered wise;
When he closes his lips, he is considered prudent.
Proverbs 17: 27-28


