As much as this blog had a beginning it will also have an end, the question will always be will it finish on my terms or not. There have been a number of occasions when I have left it to rot and slowly die but I’ve always come back to breathe some new life into my writing.
What if I were to decide that this was my last post though. It’s not, I’m merely doing this as an exercise as part of the Daily Post theme (I’ve nearly done two straight months – a record for me). If I only had a few hundred words to wrap up my time posting to the internet what would I need to say?
Maybe I should start by saying thanks?
This all began because of a princess, so thank you to her. I am now happier than I ever imagined I would be and it was down to that one person who started me on this journey. The tumultuous time I went through started me looking for an outlet for my rage and the internet provided me such an outlet.
Thanks to the company that let me go, you gave me fuel to keep writing and provided me with plenty of reasons to be angry. Due to this I was able to write some posts that would eventually resonate with a certain American.
I should thank her as well, for taking a chance on someone who expressed their inner feelings three hundred words at a time, and even now still tolerates me and my ramblings. Even when I post stuff that she has already read before.
To my little one, a huge thanks. You stopped me from writing for a good six months because you were and are the most amazing thing in my life (sorry Mrs G you come a close second…although I’d be interested to see your list!). You also provide me with some of the best posts even though you have no idea that you do.
Thank you to anyone who reads this, like mine and Mrs G’s parents (who’s readership ensures this stays PG-rated), I never expect like or comments (although they are nice) but it is an interesting feeling to know that someone unknown is looking at this.
Finally thanks to me, this may seem a bit big-headed but I’m happy that I started on this path and continued with it. If this was to be my final post (which it’s not) I can be happy that I have been doing this as part of the best years of my life; and that it all started with that first sentence all those years ago.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Last Words.”