Sunday, August 29, 2010

The Break-Up Letter

Dear Slog,

It pains me to say this, it really does. But on some level, I think you knew it was coming. We both knew. And I guess I could go a lifetime not saying it, but I respect you too much, you've done too much for me, for me to leave without a proper goodbye. I don't want this blog to be a ghost town that exists forever, abandoned, on the internet and creeps people out because it's always just there. Like MySpace.

We need closure, Slog, because we've been so important to each other. You got me through some of the darkest days of my last Moscow winter. You were there for me when my plans for the future (moving to LA?!? working in television?!?) started to stress me out. And, most important of all, you provided just the right outlet when I wanted, nay needed, to share my thoughts on the bathrooms at LCSC, or honey, or just really had to post an All-4-One music video. Thank you for that.

Thanks most of all, though, for allowing a forum for me to meet some lovely new people and receive encouraging comments from my friends and family. I can't tell you the number of times that I woke up in the morning and found blog-comments from friends, and started the day on a much happier, hopefuller, note. What a beautiful thing!

Now, though, our lives are going in different directions. More specifically, my life is going in the direction I really, really wanted it to, and as a result--your life is going nowhere. Sorry about that. Something I've come to learn, as I work hard at my entertainment-industry, "watching television is research, no really, it is" job, is that a person like me only has so much creative brain juice on any given day. Right now, all my brain juice is bypassing this blog completely in order to be available to me at work, or when I write the scripts I'm trying to write.

I don't have enough juice to keep you going. See? It's not you, Slog. It's me. I hope we can be friends down the road. I mean, we're both adults, right? After all, I could've said this.

Goodbye, dear Slog! I'll miss you!


PS: My profoundest thanks to everyone who read my blog over the ten loooong months of it's life. I don't think you know the impact you've had. I was surprised and completely encouraged by your support. Much, much love.


  1. Boo! We'll miss you! Happy non-slogging, tho! : )

  2. I always figured the silence in here was you rocking LA so hard. You go girl. And also, we need a phone date! And, I miss you.

  3. Yeah Kendall! I'll miss the anticipation of logging on and hoping for a new insight or perspective on life, but I am so happy for you and know that in the future I can look forward to just pushing the "power button" on the clicker to get my Kendall fix! See you at Starbucks sometime. Best Wishes.

  4. Thanks for an interesting and classy Slog, Slogger. We'll miss you. Have fun watching television.

  5. I knew it was coming as well, but hoping at the same time it wasn't going to happen. I know you are on to bigger and better things and I am SO happy for you.
    Love you!

  6. As I have discovered, it is very difficult to maintain a blog (an exceptional one, anyway) and have a successful and rewarding career. You may have noticed a lack of action on mine as my job has suddenly expanded tenfold upon my promotion. While I will miss reading your musings, I am so happy for you - not only are you forging ahead on your own and making a life and career for yourself, but you are doing it within the realm of your innate creative talents. I'm sure you know this, but everyone is so very proud of you!

  7. Hi Kendall,

    Even though I haven't seen you regularly since our freshman year at U of O, I enjoyed reading your blog and seeing the growth you have made over the years! I look forward to reading/seeing more of your work in the future! Keep me posted.


  8. Well, I will miss your very witty observations of life, but I am thrilled that you are doing exactly what you want to do! How amazing! And I'm excited that I'll be able to see you soon and hear more about what you do every day. - Kristin