I am making myself write in this blog today. I have no inspiration to write. Nothing that I feel is helpful to share. I have no new topic. I believe I am at or very near the point where I have nothing left to write about my own estrangement or other estrangements. I may finally be at that point.
My priorities currently are making a living and getting things done. There are only 24 hours in a day and there is a lot to do. Writing about estrangements now feels like an indulgence that I can't afford and doesn't interest me as much as it did. This must be what is called "moving on."
I might still find some things to share on the topic in the future but I don't think it will be for a while.