Wow, it’s my LAST POST! Tish did such an elegant job with her last post, no long good-byes, good info on what her upcoming year looks like. I want to be elegant. But I have such mixed feelings about this!
This year has been so busy that in some ways I am relieved to give up an “obligation,” to turn it over to those with more energy and more exciting things to say. But The Debutante Ball has been so much more than an obligation! It’s been a place to play, a place to come for support, a place to learn, a place to make friends and meet readers and writers.
It has been important to me. It truly has. And I’m not really one to imbue random, frivolous things with import. The posts and the running of the site itself have been important. My fellow Debs have been important. Our readers have been important, whether they commented or not. It has been an important part of my regular life.
So there’s a feeling that something important to me is being given up. Willingly, to be sure, but it still makes me sad.
And then there’s pride. I am so proud to be the first year handing over to the next year. It’s just exactly the way we planned it. I love that! And I am so proud of our new Debs. So proud of how their enthusiasm, talent, and skill has taken the site to a new level. Look at these fabulous guest bloggers! And, I have it on good authority, that there are more exciting things on the horizon.
I’m proud of the new Debs books! I’ve had the delight of reading most of them, and oh, what treats you are all in for! I knew these women were talented and funny and brilliant, but when I read their work, well, I’m just honored to be in their company. These ARE the writers everyone is going to be talking about. And they’re HERE!
Such pride. (And I seriously suggest that nobody get all smart-ass on me and mention anything about “going before a fall…” in the comments. We’re not talking about that kind of pride.)
I even feel a bit of panic, as if I am the child and the parent at the same time. How can I let it go?! What will become of it without my constant attention?! How can I BE let go?! What will come of ME without its constant presence?!
Seems a little silly to be so attached to a grog, I suppose.
But I am. Attached, that is. I’ve adored my fellow Founders, and I adore all the new Debs. I wish great things for you all, and I will always support your endeavors.
(Any idea how hard it is to stop typing? Wrap it up, Kristy.)
I’m outta here.
I will, indeed, look back, but just to wave and grin and happily watch you all succeed.