Monday, February 20, 2012


I've been contemplating this for a while and I've finally made my decision.

Today I say goodbye to this little blog. Today I bid you all my dear readers, a farewell.

Quite simply, I'm just too busy to even try to put words together on a regular basis. This last year I've transposed a few words on this blog just to be able to say that I've contributed. Alas the reality is, my mind is flooded with lots of material, but I can't find the time nor the relaxing silence to write it out effectively. Consequently, I've come to the conclusion that I. Am. Not. A. Blogger. I can't spin shit out of my arse regularly and so far I've only accomplished a conservative number in audience and very few comments each post. Let's get real here, I really don't have anything to profoundly illustrate anymore.

The light in my lamp has diminished.

And I couldn't care less. Really, I don't. This is no attempt at me being a victim and trying to hoodwink any sympathy votes and comments in order to continue. I simply have engaged in other activities in my life and writing in blogging form has not taken a priority.

I truly believe that blogging is for certain people or situations. For those who inspired me in the first place to write: The primary and secondary infertility community, the pregnant journeys and the established mummy bloggers. For those who would otherwise write in a diary, the ones who reach out in an educating and supporting circumstance and offer information. The cooks, the fashionista's and the inspiring writers/journalists trying to forge a widespread audience in order to be classified as authors.

I don't have any ambition in blogging anymore.

My week in general is spent: working, going to the gym, entertaining my son, being a conscientious housewife, spending time with extended family, socialising and very soon undertaking another tertiary qualification to further my skills. If I have some spare time, I might make love or watch a movie or read a book or knit or sleep or just stare into space.

I could have just disappeared, not posted and none would have been the wiser. I'm just offering an unpretentious explanation. The blog won't be deleted and it will remain in the Internet for anyone to find. For those in the darkness searching, and then a whisper trickles in their heart after they read my infertility story and it inspires them to hope and have faith again.

Or maybe they need a recipe for Galaktoboureko.

Or accidentally found their way here after googling arse, bum, cunt or fuck... weirdos.

I'll still be stalking and reading your blogs even if I now comment as 'anonymous'. If you would like to continue our shenanigans together and correspond more personally, just like I have done with others, please contact me on:

"Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened."
~ Dr. Seuss

"When another blogger can get over 600 comments writing about stuffed weasels, that is when I know I'm in the wrong business and should be utilising my time to scratch my minge instead"
~ Athena