Struggling

I love Caloden. This blog has helped me through some serious lows and given me a much needed creative outlet over the past five years. One of the things I love about blogging is the feeling that I’m telling somebody a secret but that ear is annonymous and thus my accountability for those contents is nil- and once done with my divulging, I can go on about life without thinking of my soul baring. But at some point I noticed people started reading and then sometimes they wanted to actually talk about my posts, And that? Didn’t like that so much, especially when it made me squirm. Because really? It’s my blog, dammit, and it you don’t like the words then pissoff. Go find something else to do with your time. So I’ve not written much in the past  year. I lost my ads. I stopped putting up pictures. And I’ve really missed the airing of my soul, so much so that I recently started writing elsewhere. But the truth is is that I like it here under this tree and I’m thinking about coming back now that the air has cleared and it’s mostly quiet again.