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Its Goodbye. Not See You Later.

This is the last post that I will write on meaningful ramblings. This is because I know that this part of my life is over. The last 10 years on this journey have been absolutely wonderful and even the times when I didn't/couldn't write I felt like this place was a constant friend, waiting for a time when I felt ready to come back. Meaningful Ramblings absorbed so much of my pain and heartbreak, so much of my identity crises as I grew up. It was a way I entertained myself and others, where I wrote my hopes and dreams and fears and the words always came the fastest here. I write this with my heart and mind awash with memories, shedding tears for a time that is undoubtedly over. 

I cannot fully explain my reason for this except that I am no longer the same person. Something in me shifted as I realise that the girl finally became woman. Even though yes, I know that we are a sum of all our experiences, I feel like I cannot fully explore the wonders of this womanhood on this blog. I will still be writing somewhere else but this part is done. I am cured.

Thank you so much to everyone who read this blog over the last 10 years. The people who I knew but know no more. The comments you posted, the encouragement that your presence brought... I am truly grateful. 

May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face; the rains fall soft upon your fields.

Love and Light.

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TheRustGeek_ said…
Thanks for sharing.. And God speed!!!!
January 22, 2018 at 1:40 PM
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