This is the official last post of this tiny blog that started a while ago, was at some point entirely deleted by me on purpose, site of much sadness and scary posts of suicidal thoughts and feelings, site of some music, site that has seen the (re)creation of me…
Like that huge stack of journals thrown down the trash chute in ’05, this is no longer me. Those journals were thrown out because I didn’t know the person who wrote them anymore, I didn’t know who I was anymore. I was, in a sense, nothing…
But this time this here is closing ’cause the road to self-discovery that I engage in every day does not include an old blog that once was so full of pain. I don’t live with the me that started this blog anymore – and that’s a good thing (and fuckin’ miraculous).
And maybe, since I learned that self discovery can be the most joyous of rides and that often not knowing what lies ahead can be pretty awesome…maybe the road no longer is paved with orange cones of caution. It’s time to experience the joy of the adventure.
(I still love actual orange cones, though.)
gisele
july 2010
austin, tx
