Some of y'all may have noticed that the blog required a password to access for a bit; that is no longer the case but I have unpublished all posts written since getting hired at my current workplace.
I love my job. The company I work for is full of amazing, kind, and caring people. However, when you end up defending your mental health and general harmlessness to someone so high up the Corporate chain their salary probably has more than one comma in it as a result of something you wrote in jest on the innernet, it causes you to question the wisdom of sharing anything deeper about your life than recipes and cat pictures in a forum where it can be selectively copied and shared by someone who might wish you ill. The chat about mental health in question was not a result of anything I wrote on here, but rather on the facespace, and I have aggressively pruned my friends list on there as a result (if I unfriended you and you are not a co-worker of mine, I am sorry and it is nothing to do with you or anything you said on there, I just decided that for that to be a safe space I needed to remove anyone who worked for the same company, and anyone whose doorstep I would feel weird showing up on to borrow a cup of sugar).
It's kind of funny that my blog has survived The World's Most Acrimonious Divorce and a certain online character's eight-year campaign of stalking and harassment, but a family restaurant shut me down in the end. See that right there? That is humor. I'm not bitter or angry about the decision to remove a lot of my archives and, for now, stop writing here, particularly since the end result of the above was that I was deemed harmless enough to keep my job (hooray!).
Is this the end of my blog? Doubtful. Even when something is really hard and scary, endings are a bad idea, particularly if you're feeling angry, sad, or alone, which is the idea behind Project Semicolon, whose eponymous punctuation mark I have borrowed for the title of this post.* I'm just pausing, for right now, to focus on cultivating a general attitude of gratitude, being a better, kinder human being, and attempting to convince everyone around me that my offbeat sense of humor doesn't make me a threat to myself, my employer, or anyone really (except possums, down with possums). If you want to find me for some reason, my e-mail address is on the About page, and I have not closed my Twitter account (although it is protected--you have to request to follow me there). And if you eat out and receive exceptionally great service from a thirty-something with clunky black glasses, it's always possible that's me, so please, tip your server :)
* Please do not take my reference to Project Semicolon to mean that I am considering suicide or engaging in any sort of addictive behavior or self-harm. I just like their general message of "here is where you could have chosen to end a sentence, but continued on."