Several years ago, I read a book--was it Chris Kyle's "American Sniper"?--and in a chapter about Navy SEAL training was this observation: you could drop out if you wanted to, but if you decided it was a rash decision, they'd let you change your mind and stay in. No one who changed their mind ever finished SEAL training; once that thought of quitting entered into your consciousness, it was impossible to shake.
I'm less than 20 blog posts short of 14,000, and I've been posting on this blog continuously since January 23, 2005. This blog is 18 years and 7 months old today.
On that first day I had no idea what this blog would turn into, and I never dreamed I'd keep at it as long as I have. It has been a labor of love; it would be impossible to keep posting so long, averaging over 2 posts a day for over 18 years, if I didn't love doing it. This blog had reached the age of majority; it can't drink, but it can sign contracts and join the Army!
This blog has been a priority for me, and with only a few exceptions I've tried to post every day. I respect my readers enough to give them something new to read each day they come here. And as I said, I've enjoyed doing it.
Over the years I've met several of my readers. Some have made it a point to meet up with me when their travels brought them to the Sacramento area, and one has even opened her house to me, and taken me out to dinner with her family, when I passed through her area. I have made friends among the readers of this blog. Even some I've never met in person, I consider friends and would like to meet in person should the opportunity present itself.
Last week, though, the thought of quitting entered into my consciousness. I thought no, I'll keep posting, but as in SEAL training, the thought is impossible to shake.
I've started some new activities, I need the time, and after almost 14,000 posts I'm ready to leave this blog in the ether and turn my time to these other pursuits. I'm sure that, once in awhile, I might be moved to post something, but I probably shouldn't--I should let it go, ending on my own terms, on what I consider a high note. I have some unfinished draft posts on some rather controversial topics that I'll leave unfinished.
I'm going to try new things. When people leave they sometimes say "it's been a privilege" or "it's been an honor", and they don't mean it with any depth. I've initiated a community here, and the regular readers and commenters have formed that community. It has been a privilege, a great one, to be a part of that, and for that privilege I am truly thankful.
So to my readers--the lurkers, the newbies, and the long-timers--I give you an honest and hearty thank you for giving me the impetus to keep up this work for so long. As Captain Kirk said just before he died in Star Trek: Generations, "It was fun."