Well, it has finally and officially come to this, my final post as The Whirly Girl. And you know what? The occasion feels a lot less Von Trapp family than Whitesnake — ‘And here I go again on my own, Going down the only road I’ve ever known …’
Although letting go is hard, doing a third-rate job week after week after week is much harder. I assure you, there’s no joy in cranking out forgettable, overworked ideas. It sucks the life out of you. Nowadays, before I’ll even sit at a computer, I put on a helmet. Okay, I’m exaggerating, but not by much. Frustration I’m used to; it’s the scared that’s new.
The only thoughts rolling around in my head these days are: Where’s the lyrical? Where’s the funny? Where did original go? Am I all washed up? That kind of thinking doesn’t lead to happiness. See, I like to take pride in the stuff I do, rather than be embarrassed by it. So off I go to … um, give me a minute.
Fine, I’ve no destination in mind, okay? No plan, no goal, as usual. Disaster probably lies dead ahead, but at least it will be a new disaster, which will be refreshing. The Whirly Girl will stay right where it is for the time being, but sooner or later I’ll gather up the courage to take it down. I’m hoping for sooner, since cleaning up appeals to the compulsive in me.
Thanks to each one of you for being such kind, loyal supporters. I’ve appreciated every reader, every Like, and every Comment you left here. Your visits kept me going, you kept me trying, you kept me hoping. I’ll miss you guys like an arm. I mean it.
Stay safe, kids, and good luck to us all.
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