I love change, but I hate moving.
I like the idea of moving, the possibility of a new space, new home, new neighborhood. I love the dreaming stage, the “what could it look like to be here” stage, the open ended part.
I love everything right up to the point where I have to deal in the reality of getting myself and all my crap from one place to the next. I get bogged down with those details, sidetracked by tangents (“oh my gosh! How do I own this much crap? I need to purge all the things and completely re-examine my life” “But wait, I don’t even know what the color scheme in the new place is going to be. What if this doesn’t go? Before I pack I need to redesign the new house and decide what I want it to look like so I even know what comes with.” “Oh! Every note I ever received in high school. Obviously I need to read all these before I can pack them.”). Way too quickly I’m overwhelmed by it all and can be found in the corner, drinking wine out of the bottle with a straw, wearing a motley assortment of clothing I was “trying on in an effort to determine if it’s me anymore.”
It’s not good.
But, sometimes you gotta move. Sometimes the new space fits you and your needs better than the old one. Or you’ve gone through some internal changes that need to be reflected externally. Or, circumstances just force your hand and bam, you’re in the midst of a move.
All of this is to say that, I’m moving. Digitally, that is.
A few months ago I wrote this post. I challenged myself to wear rejection as a badge of honor, receipts that I took a risk and put myself out there. This of course was also a challenge to, well, put myself out there. At first, that looked like submitting pieces of my writing to different publications. And in the process I added a few emails to my “rejection!” folder. But since writing that post another project started worming its way out of the depths of my heart. I’ve been putting myself out there in some really uncomfortable ways the past month or so and existing a bit as a walking, breathing vulnerability, all in service to this idea I’ve been tossing around for months.
And so, the next step in my challenge to put myself and my work out there and get rejected, is to move my digital space to a new home. One that suits the new work I’m doing and serves as a better home for my writing. I won’t be posting at Barefoot Without a Cause anymore. When I do post my writing, it will be in my new virtual home:
That’s also where you’ll be able to find details about my other project, one I’m very excited about and one that I nervously invite you to check out, once it’s up and running (I’m shooting for the beginning of January 2018). At my new site, you’ll see there’s a place to submit your email to receive new posts in your inbox. If you’ve done that in the past here at BWAC, I hope you’ll do it at the new site too. Also you’ll see I’ve reposted my top 5 most read posts from this site, as well as everything I’ve posted here since May. In terms of the blog aspect of the new website, I’m hoping it’s just a seamless extension of what I was doing (sporadically) here. As for the other stuff…well, we’ll see how that goes. :)
I’ll keep Barefoot Without a Cause up as long as blogspot allows it, because some of the writing I’m most proud of exists here. In the meantime, moving forward, you can find my writing here.
Thanks for following along so far, friends. It’s meant so much to know even a few of you were reading my words here.