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Whoever thought that the girl who scoffed at hiatus and deleting social media would be writing a post like this? And yet here I am. 

I'm just so very depleted, mostly emotionally. This summer has been one of the best of my life—then why have I shed so many tears? Hope has been very real, probably when it shouldn't have been so. Dreams and pursuits have had very little attention. My father's campaign has taken a lot out of me. Church hopping has been very hard, even while amazing. Door knocking has been harder yet . . . Though there have been many bright, joyful conversations.

I talk about how I don't like denominations and political parties. This summer has shown me fully why. Even more, it's shown me the good on every side as I listened to other people share their perspectives.

Some of my reasoning is personal. But it all boils down to this: I'm so very, very tired, and there's too much energy put into running online platforms. I just can't do it.

I'll still need to run my father's accounts for another month, and all my work communication is tied through social media. So following personal guidelines, I'll be absent except where necessary.

Imagine having a heart of hurt, of throwing a party, of loving the party but full of so many tears you just need a shoulder to cry on and a hug rather than a dance. Yes, you love dancing. But dancing is painful when your stomach rumbles with anxiety. This is how social media is making me feel. I've put myself out there too much. I've shared too much of myself. And I just need time to rest and cry and think and grow. I need space to have my thoughts as my own again, to feel that my life is my own and not the world's. 

This will probably be the last post for the rest of the year and the only announcement. Most of my social media accounts will not know that I've disappeared for a few months. But I figured all my loyal blog readers deserved somewhat of an explanation.  

I still hope to read your blogs. I still hope to enjoy other people's social media. I just can't manage my own for this time. 

I may come back in November and share how the elections went for my father, and maybe share a post on church hopping.
Otherwise, until January, enjoy these new blogs I recently discovered, or feel free to reach out more with me one-on-one. 

My email:

New blogs I've found that you would love! 
(May update later)

Thank you all for making blogger a place I love and can't wait to return to!

And as a final smile for you all, please enjoy this humorous skit some friends made from one of my poems: 


  1. Hey, I've been a silent reader of your blog for some time now. (Since you started the Susan of Narnia serial, actually.) I have enjoyed your posts and your refreshing outlook on issues so many are afraid to speak on. Of course, I am sad you are going away, but I can understand how exhausted you must be. *hugs in sympathy*. I hope you will take this time to refresh yourself in the living water of the Word, and come back refreshed and zealous once again.
    May God bless you,
    Lacey W.

    1. Ahhh, I love my silent readers so much! People like you really do make me happy. And what a sweet way for you have to have come to the blog! I am already feeling exuberant and rejuvenated and so many ideas are flourishing! There shall be so much fresh content next year. so thanks for your faithful patience that will be sure to be rewarded! Thanks!

  2. Sounds like you have a lot going on, and being overwhelmed makes perfect sense.
    I hope you enjoy your break!
    (That skit was hilarious XD)

    1. Once I said I thrived on stress. Now I realize I'm done being addicted to such ;p Oh, but what sweet bliss it is to appreciate the art of procrastination ... not that I've had time for that yet ;)
      (haha so glad you enjoyed it!)

  3. I'm sorry you're feeling emotionally depleted and overwhelmed! I hope you have a good sabbatical.

  4. I'm so, so, so sorry that things have been hard! I don't like leaving my house, so I can only imagine what going up to other people's houses to campaign is like! You definitely deserve a break. Thanks for sharing that video if your poem! It was hilarious! Have a good break.

    1. I'm not sure if I like leaving the house or not ... I go back and forth ;) Ahhh, thanks for being such a great reader and friend. Glad you liked the poem and video! Laughter is priceless, yeah?

  5. Aw Keturah. I feel ya, sister, social media can be so exhausting. Wonderful as it is. Sometimes we need a nice, long break. Hibernation style. We'll miss you, but you take care and take your time. <3

    1. Isn't that how it is, though? Wonderful until it's overwhelmingly not. Ah, but my mind is buzzing and words are spilling and I haven't felt so inspired. And .... let's just say what's coming is GOING TO BE SO GOOD.

  6. enjoy you rest. Sorry I haven't been reading many blogs lately. My blog anniverary is coming up if you want to add some questions on my blog.

    1. I haven't been reading so much lately either! Been enjoying this rest so much! Sorry I missed your anniversary.


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