Saying goodbye is so hard to do.
When something has been a part of the very fiber of your life, a constant, an unsustaining source that fills you day to day, it is hard to part when the ‘season’ is over. That doesn't mean that it is ever completely gone it just means that we are separated and we must learn to move to the next season.
This summer has been a season of great loss but also an opportunity for great growth.
Then just a short 6 weeks later I also lost another 'parent' like mentor and I must now learn to find my path in this new world without them.
I can’t change it only move forward, that’s what Mother would tell me and taught me, "you can’t stand still Teri", so I honor her memory by carrying on what I learned from her and continue to strive to be a better person for it. I don't make light of this loss, it is quite significant but that is not what I am really talking about here.
You may not have been familiar with this website and it is about to be no more in just a few short days and it will be easily replaced whereas losing my mother can never be replaced. But for me Squidoo was like a parent to me, teaching me how to talk, write and gain my footing finding my voice on the internet. It was just like a parent/child relation to me.
I was an infant and they saw me through my first steps, my first words, crawling until I could run, educating me from kindergarten beginning with the ABC’s to graduation and released me out to the world to explore and make my way but remaining there for that behind the scenes support.
I tried other writing platforms and they were alright but something kept drawing me back to Squidoo. There was a ‘playfulness’ in the community, a ‘lightheartedness’ and it oozed with positivity [is that even a word?]. Maybe it was those cute little monsters. It seemed while others were playing 'farmville' or what ever the most current trending game was at the time I was writing, earning points and monsters on Squidoo, that was productivity for me. It resonated with me and I quickly found my home, my community of writers that I could learn to grow from and grow with.
They allowed me freedom to explore in learning to be ‘me’ not teaching me to be ‘them’. They didn't train me to duplicate their voice but to find my own voice.
It was the support I needed. The voices said it’s okay to fall down and cheered me on to get up and try again, nurturing the baby steps to adulthood. Isn't that what a parent does?
I was invited to step in and take community roles to help and nurture others, teaching me leadership among my peers.
They taught me to give back to a community that helped me when I was new which in turn continued my growth in helping others, teaching me to give of myself.
Then came the ultimate, for me at least, awarded an honored role as a community ‘contributor’ to showcase my love for beading and my loyalty to the community which taught me to step out and be my own person.
August 15 changed all of that and within a few short days they will be gone and all that is left behind is what I take away from the relationship. I have a support system in place, my squid brothers and sisters that I will continue with but I must learn to stand on my own 2 feet.
Squidoo closing has created mixed emotions just as in my mother’s death, not the same level of depth of course, but they both have their very strong similarities in my life.
Both nurtured, groomed and taught me right from wrong. Both trained me in a trade. With their departure it has provided me opportunity to write my own script for life now without their constant support. They both live in me but it’s up to me in the end to set my own course, make my way and learn to work differently as I continue on.
So this is my farewell to Squidoo and Mom, you have taught me to stand on my own 2 feet and I hope I make you proud…now it’s time to grow.
Ado Squidoo…here's to a good run and friends/family made. Cheers to our next 'season'.
Ecclesiastes 3:1 There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.