Intermission

I need a break.

You know, to stop and smell the roses (and the jasmine, and the frangipani), feel the sand between my toes, shoot the breeze, etc.

When this blog starts to feel like work, I know I'm doing something wrong, and that I need to take a step back and figure out what that is.

Because I don't want here — this beautiful space where I've connected with so many of you wonderful, crazy peeps (I don't care what your mother says about you!) — to ever, ever feel like work. It's far too precious to me.

So I'm going to go away for a while, probably a month, and in that time I am going to eat and drink and hang out with friends, paint my toenails, go to the beach, throw sticks at nuns, take that Taser training course I've been meaning to...

Generally just slather on as many hedonistic pleasures as I can bear until I've got the balance right again. I'll let you know how it turns out when I get back.

I know you are going to miss me, but you'll be just fine if you remember one thing...

So long then. See you on the other side.

You can go now.

I said go on...


Go home! There's nothing here for you! It's OVER!!!


I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE! 




Right, that should do it.

Robyn

x


PS: Thank you for voting for me in the SA Blog Awards... I wish I could give each and every one of you a big hug and a smacker (with tongue), but I won't because people fall in love with me far too easily as it is, and my heart belongs to the Guinea Pig.

Anyway, I didn't win, but I'm not as disappointed as I thought I'd be — which means I must have high self-esteem or something... But thank you for your support — I really had no idea so many of you would be rooting for me. Discovering THAT was far more precious than winning a silly award (unless, perhaps, that award was the Nobel Peace Prize, I think you'll agree).