I've reached a point where it is harder and harder to spend time at Open Salon. Demands of my real world have overtaken the time I get to spend in my virtual world and with you.

I have about 10 posts that sit in drafts. I have to spend more efforts at work and at play, and I find the last two months of posts weren't as good as some of my earlier work.

While I like to think I hit a plateau with my writing, I tactually think it's more of an anthill.

The other challenge that I face with the limited time that I spend here is that I don't have enough time to read or comment. The volume of good writers has exponentially grown in the last year and half, and I find that I miss seeing many of my favorites, as their posts move through the feed so quickly.

I've come to appreciate many writers here, and while I have several favorites, there are many new voices that need to be heard, above mine.

So let me take a bow, thank you for your kindness and generosity in reading, rating, and commenting. 

I see this post as a commencement rather than a flounce. I have nothing to be angry about and there is no one to me angry with. I've been treated very well here and I'm grateful for the opportunity. This place is a gift, and each of you are truly gifted. I wish you well and best wishes to you always.

For those of you who think this is a flounce I leave you with these words written by Bert Kalmar and Harry Ruby. If these guys only knew how this song could apply to Open Salon.

For my sake you must stay,
for if you go away,
you'll spoil this party
I am throwing.

I'll stay a week or two,
I'll stay the summer through,
but I am telling you,
I must be going.