In the long and illustrious history of me having conflicting emotions and restless nights over Dumb Shit, my angst over the transition from Live Journal to my own blog has to be some of the silliest nonsense ever. I cried over quitting horrible jobs where I was misused. I cried when I graduated from middle school, which was responsible for two of the most miserable years of my life. This morning, I teared up a little bit thinking about writing what will basically be my last post over there.
Comparing my LJ to such bad things as abusive employers and teachers isn’t really fair, since I was never miserable there, but I know that I am tired of the whole thing and I can’t shake the sense that it’s time to move on. I’m concerned that most of the people with whom I’ve made connections with on LJ will no longer care what I blather on about over here. Over five and half years, I’ve read along as the people who I know on some weird detached level of intimacy have fallen in and out of love, married, divorced, gotten pregnant, had miscarriages and abortions, had babies, found new jobs or lost old jobs. And in that time a handful of people have followed along as I went from an insecure, young mother to…an insecure, slightly older mother. I also, you know, graduated college, got some jobs, bought a house, got married, tumbled through some horrible depression, started grad school. I know I’m not totally boring. I just don’t know if I’m engaging enough at this point to build a whole new motley crew.
But all of that whining aside, I am really excited to be here in my own space.