This will be my last bit of public, personal writing for awhile.

For the better part of two years, each week, I’ve sat down for an hour or two and drafted up one of these posts. What started out as a form of cheap therapy evolved into a pretty serious habit. Save for a short gap this past summer when I was disconnected altogether, that chain has gone unbroken. This is good in a sense, but it also has its drawbacks.

Watching closely over the past few months, I’ve noticed my writing start to take a molded shape. What was originally freeform and of the moment has drifted into performance. When I started, the basis was not “what should I write this week,” but rather, “what do I need to get out of my head?” For far too many weeks now, the former question has been my prompt. The original premise carried for a surprisingly long time, but now, I can tell it’s time for a pause.

I say pause because I enjoy this type of writing—unguarded, out in the open—far too much to stop permanently. That said, it’s time to operate off-radar for a bit.

“To be silent is not to lose your tongue. On the contrary, it is only through silence that one can discover something new to talk about.”

— Alan Watts

Until then.