I’m off to a meeting this morning and need to rush out but I did want to mark a couple short points. First I’ve stopped allowing “anon” responses. Yeah, some of you guys don’t have Google accounts, but it’s no big deal to set one up if you want to join in a conversation. But most of the time I was finding Mr. or Ms. Anon were just popping in to be mean spirited. There’s been a lot of talk about that in the blogging world in general. People are much ruder online than they would be in person. Much quicker to condemn, smart off or whatever. For my part I don’t mind a bit of controversy and discussion, but being rude for the sake of it is not what this blog is about. Sure I know you can sign up and use any pseudonym you like but my hope is that will give some folks the time they would use in real life to consider their words before they speak.

I have chosen of course to be a bit more “on topic” here as well. I had started this blog to be about kayaking and about life of course but it can be hard and sometimes not possible to give every detail of a life situation that may be effecting my thoughts on any given day. I choose to just express, not necessarily justify. Of course at that time “Anons” will pop up and give you their shallow, mean, and meaningless opinions. Frankly if you’re in a bit of a mood anyway, the last thing you need is some bullet head telling telling you why you suck on top of it all. They will just never understand why seakaying is an extension of your own personal experiences. Why you take to the water sometimes. It’s not always just about exploring the “golden pond” as JB would say, or a hardcore, bad attitude, surf dude mentality. Some days it is, sure. Other days you launch out into the water with thoughts of sensuality, loneliness, anxiety and many other emotions. Being alone on the water is like spending quiet time with a friend. Healing. So at times I would write here about what exactly I was needing the healing time for.

With those thoughts I choose not to post my thoughts about dealing with Anxiety Attacks, or the one about missing a friend of mine quite desperately recently. I’ve not posted the one about wanting to hold a someone who is suffering loss, or about the SPAM email about “Fantasy Girls” that went on to talk about what a real “fantasy” woman could be or for that matter why it’s on my mind. I’ve not shared how in the last couple weeks I’ve slept very little, or how coping with illness wears on you. I’ve not mentioned the constant ear infection that’s been driving me crazy recently. These are things that in the beginning I would freely write about here. But have in the last months met some resistance has the number of readers has climbed. I still need to write about them. Writing is how I come to terms with how I feel. However, I understand that we want Quixotica to be light reading when when we just want a “Kayak” fix. Got that. So I’ve begun to write my own life somewhere else. Which I think has been nice actually. Better for everyone. This way Quix can be exactly what you want it to be, and yet I can vent which is exactly what I need to do to survive. Sound good? Good.

With that in mind, I’m off. The local lake is open again and I can start doing some daily miles. building up for the Big trip in August as well as warming up for Wales in a few weeks. Thanks to all of you that come here each day and have followed along for almost 3 years now. I look forward to the next 3. But a bit more. . . “ready for print”. LOL

- d