A Kind of Retirement


For over 5 years, I’ve feverishly pounded away at the keyboard with (ir)regular frequency in the hopes that readers and passersby alike would be entertained, enlightened, humored, or pissed off by what I’ve said. And for the most part, I’d say I’ve succeeded by the feedback I’ve received.

But as you have probably noticed, recently my posts have been getting few and far between, quite simply because I’ve been running thin on topics to cover or things to talk about–or my willingness to share at all. You see, as I get progressively older, I’m beginning to wonder if these little facets of my life should be publicly documented and / or broadcast to a worldwide audience, one that may not even be remotely interested in what I have to say.

I have used my blog as an outlet, my podium for pontification about everything from my life to the meaningless news coverage of California wildfires. I’ve enjoyed every minute of it but with a child starting kindergarten in September, the whole layoff thing in March and currently working a job that is not worth waking up for (and the need to figure out what in the Hell I’m going to do next), offers for lousy jobs that make me question my own self-worth, financial problems to contend with, and everything else that comes with realizing that the Grim Reaper is rapidly approaching me, the blog thing is beginning to take a back seat as I decide how to navigate my way through the mess that lies before me.

It’s amazing how getting screwed in the eye can change your perspective on things.

Then there’s Facebook, a place where, to paraphrase the late, great Freddy Fender, I’ve wasted plenty of days and nights by living a slightly voyeuristic lifestyle, frequently checking to see what my Friends have been up to–and not approving a plethora of silly game and so-called Cause requests. In addition to all that, I closed my MySpace account a few weeks ago because I simply was not using it and didn’t want to anymore. IMing? Please. I haven’t logged in to Trillian in months and I rarely use Twitter, save for posting tweets promoting my latest posts.

When it comes to having an online presence, it seems I’m getting to be kind of like Marlon Brando was in his later years: reclusive and private, but in my case, not watching my waistline exponentially increase to [g]astronomical proportions.

And I’m getting accustomed to that.

Reluctantly, I am choosing to put a halt on blogging for good. While I know I’ve taken breaks in the past and have rebounded within a week or sooner, I think the time is right to step away and put it aside indefinitely while I focus on life in private, to be simply Citizen Dave and Daddy.

That’s not to say I’m disappearing for good, no. I may still post now and then so don’t delete me from your RSS feed if you want to read my most recent posts. And if you’re really interested in staying in touch, you can always e-mail me with the address listed on the Contacts page.

Thanks, all. It’s been fun and I’ve had a blast communicating with all of you.
Dave

Note: While at work today, I kept listening to Jackie DeShannon’s “When You Walk in the Room” over and over again. My mind drifted while it played and I thought, “What a brilliant song this would be for a final scene of a romantic comedy.”

And so it begins…

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Now playing: Woody Guthrie – Dusty Old Dust (So Long, It’s Been Good To Know You)
via FoxyTunes

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4 thoughts on “A Kind of Retirement

  1. Awww…I’ll miss you but I’m struggling with the same thing myself. You’ll always be in my feedreader and I’ll bother ya from time to time through email.

    (sniff!)

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    • Aww, thanks! And same here on the RSS feed for you. I may be “retiring” from this but I’m by no means dead, and I’ve got some ideas brewing… 🙂

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  2. I respectfully disagree with your reasoning. I think you have an interesting story and you should share it. You never know who reads, finds a connection and is helped as a result. In fact, I’ve referenced your blog in my life – especially the laid off/unemployment/crappy job thing. I think you’ll miss the therapeutic aspect too. But, suit yourself…; ) I’ll still read when you post.

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