This blog has become a noose around my neck. A crowd to please. An expectation to live up to.

If I write a blog which contains only that which I really want to write, at the rate which I want to write it, who would read it? Would it create the type of hub that I'd hoped for, with people gathering to offer helpful thoughts on my posts and help me to learn and think more? Or would it mean that those few things I did post were simply words for the wind? Letters being delivered so rarely that no-one bothers to check the mailbox.

Thus the noose is of my own making. Desiring to create something which I have not the desire nor ability to maintain. Deciding to win a gold medal in synchronised swimming routine that never ends.

I choose to take my head from the noose. I can stand without.

I now own a piece of rope. There's just enough of it. But I don't have to use it if I don't want to.