But I am. I am saying it.
I'm taking a break from Bethany's Freelance Life.
I started this blog to chronicle the ups and downs of starting a freelance writing career. I did not love freelance writing.
However, I completely fell in like with writing this blog. I kept it going long after the career ended.
Why didn't I like the freelance life, you ask? Mostly, I really, really like having a job outside my house. I like dressing up, wearing heels, and having hallway conversations. I could certainly dress up and talk to myself at home, but that would be weird. Plus, I found a boss who lets me write writey things.
My life has gotten exciting and busy lately. I am working, going to school, teaching classes, and raising a couple of tiny humans. I have been thinking about my new schedule. I knew I had to cut something, but what?
If I want professional contacts and silly conversations, I have twitter.
If I want adorable pictures of puppies and Colin Firth, I have tumblr.
If I want deep conversations, I have bethany austin smith (at) gmail (dot) com.
(If you want any of these things, now you know where to find me.)
If I want to write... well... I should be writing! These research papers are not going to write themselves. And instead of writing research papers, I've been blogging. My blog is not a bad thing, but it's not getting me any closer to my goals.
This blog, for writer-me, has become counter-productive.
I decided I will not delete any (more) posts. Grammar errors and all, these posts are a part of my story, and I don't mind my story sticking around for a while.
When in comes to writing this blog, the feedback, writing practice, and sense of community have been invaluable.
Enough about me. I have lost count of how many great people I met here. Thank you for reading. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and feelingy-feelings. Thank you for your honesty and vulnerability. Thank you for your kindness. Thank you for being so adorable and lovely.
Just so you know: you are stronger than you imagine. You are more wonderful than you will ever understand. You are not forgotten. You are loved.
Note: I have stared at this post for four days. It is time to be decisive and publish.
Don't be a stranger,