Eulogies

Hello RSS readers (since no one is checking this site, the only people who could possibly be reading this post are people who put Scribble Theology into an RSS reader and forgot about it),

Scribble Theology, as a personal blog, is dead. I think it started when my video blog became a theology-themed entertainment endeavor; the crossover with the "write whatever I want" that was the original purpose of this blog became too difficult for me to figure out and managed. And while the blog lurched forward for years after that, it was never going to make it.

Scribble Theology, as a brand, has an uncertain future. Sometimes I think about continuing the video blog, or starting a podcast, or continuing to write but in a more intentionally focused way. If any of those things happen, it will likely not be soon, as I have other projects I am working on.

One of those is a restart/reboot personal/hobby blog effort, Novice Adulting. I know a couple of you may have followed my previous reboot efforts, which were really half-hearted. This one feels more legitimate, though I will not commit to maintaining any regular schedule. Still, if you have been a fan of my writing, that's where to go next.

I just spent the last couple hours reading over my old posts. That sentence used to have a comma in it, but I'm not sure how to express what I want to say... I feel pride and fondness and gratitude, but it's really all my own work, so how do I connect it with a platitude for whoever is reading this? I mean, there was more comment engagement than I remember. I enjoyed re-reading those, and thank you for everyone who's made this at least a little bit two-way.

I guess of all the blogs I've started, abandoned, and/or closed, this one has the most memories. It has the most depth. It's easy to let go of stuff you don't care about; harder to let go of things that have meant a lot. And as a place to muse in longer form than is typically preferred in the Facebook/Twitter/Tumblr world, this meant a lot.

But as The Next Generation reminded us, all good things must end. The truth is this ended a while ago and I've just been refusing to acknowledge it.

I hope to see you as I work on future projects. It's been real.

-Nico