“It is always important to know when something has reached its end. Closing circles, shutting doors, finishing chapters, it doesn't matter what we call it; what matters is to leave in the past those moments in life that are over.”
I will start by telling you a bit about yesterday. It was my usual midweek day off. I got up a bit later than the norm, relishing the fact that's a school holiday and I don't have the early morning drive to get Louis to the bus at Totnes. I pottered around the house, tidying as I went, put the washing on and made and received a few phone calls. Around lunchtime I went to pick crab apples in the park as I plan to infuse them in whiskey. There I got talking to a lovely woman who'd just moved here and accepted her invitation of a cup of tea. We watched a pod of dolphins from her balcony, discovered that we had similar interests and swapped details. The start of a new friendship perhaps? More pottering, a cup of tea with Mr Metrosexual, a swim in a sea that was choppier than usual with the seal looking on. Then another few phone calls and some chilling time in a beautifully quiet home.
All day I thought about writing a post but, try as hard as I might I couldn't come up with a topic. The wasted effort niggled. And so a fledgling idea grew and grew until it reached a crescendo in the afternoon as I walked up the steps from the cove, soggy from my dip. I'd already decided that I'd stop my blog at the three thousandth post. It feels right to end it earlier than that, thirty short of my intended target.
I started blogging over eight years ago to instill the discipline of writing regularly. It's certainly helped me achieve that. I've written about all sorts and the content and my style has evolved over time. The quality of what I've come up with has been variable in line with my beloved Mr Cohen's advice to forget perfect offerings. I've shared random silliness alongside pretty personal stuff. The latter was done with the belief that being transparent about pain and challenges isn't a demonstration of weakness but can teach and touch others.
I've changed over the years too. I don't think my 2010 self, or maybe even my 2016 one, would recognise the person that I've become. 'When were you at your happiest?' Red Mel asked me in the van this weekend, mimicking a question in a Guardian interview she was reading. I did not hesitate with my reply. 'Now!' I said. It's interesting that many of life's outward challenges remain in place and it's my inner perspective that has changed. I wonder whether the writing has been instrument in this shift.
At this time when I feel more creative, positive and fulfilled than ever I see the lack of inspiration as a sign. Other things are blowing into my life. I want to make time for the new including exploring different ways of writing to express my creativity. And so with a little sadness I am bringing the Lovelygrey chapter of my life to a close. Thank you all so much for your kindness and support. There will be a final post about my new 'literary' venture when it has been conceived.
With much love
Julie aka Lovelygrey
PS: Perhaps 'Nutscaping for Girls' was my finest blogging moment. It was the post that I most enjoyed writing!