And That's A Wrap - LOL Takes Its Final Bow

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I started LOL: Life Of Leo in March 2009, armed with heartbreak, too much time, and absolutely no clue what I was doing. Almost sixteen years later, here we are, writing the last post. What began as a way to vent, ramble, and distract myself slowly turned into something far bigger than I ever imagined. This blog has witnessed versions of me I barely recognize today: dramatic, silly, impulsive, hopeful, lost, and eventually grown. It has been my digital diary, my therapist, my stage, and occasionally, my crime scene.

Let’s address the elephant in the room. Some of my early posts were painfully juvenile. The kind that make you squint, cringe, and whisper, “Why?” I wouldn’t reread them for money, and ironically, those were the posts that did make money. But growth is messy, and so is writing. As I matured, my words did too. Looking back now, I feel nothing but pride, not just in the blog, but in the woman who evolved alongside it. This space did not just document my life; it actively shaped it.

Yes, the blog paid me. Quite well, actually. These were the pre-influencer, pre-reels, pre-15-second-attention-span days. People read entire articles. Imagine that. Words mattered. Stories lingered. Writing had weight. Fast forward to today, where content disappears faster than milk left out in the sun. Blogging did not slowly fade; it flatlined. I took breaks, returned, and tried again. The ROI was laughable, but my emotional attachment was not. Until one day, it simply was.

I no longer have that pull, and that’s okay. I have moved on from platforms, patterns, and parts of myself that no longer fit. I have never been good at doing things half-heartedly, and keeping this blog alive without my heart in it would be unfair to me and to it. So instead of dragging this on, I am choosing to end it with clarity, honesty, and a surprisingly wide smile. This is not the end of my writing journey. Not even close. The self-made writer in me still has ambition, fire, and far bigger dreams. I just know this chapter has run its course. When the time is right and the stars decide to stop playing hard to get, you will hear from me again, in a new form, with sharper intent, and better plans.

One of the greatest gifts this blog gave me was people. Real ones. People I never would have met otherwise, some of whom are now my closest friends. They have moved from comment sections to contact lists, from online to offline, from pixels to phone calls. That’s magic, and that is something I will always be grateful for.

I have always written with brutal honesty here, whether it was a rant, a review, a reflection, or me wildly oversharing during my chaotic years. I regret none of it. So I will end this the same way I began, honestly. Blogging, as we knew it, is moribund, and I do not have the time, mindspace, or energy to keep pretending otherwise. My first post lived here, and this will be my last.

LOL: Life Of Leo will cease to exist with the new year. We will all move on to bigger, better things. I am walking away with a full heart, a head full of memories, and immense gratitude for every reader who stayed, scrolled, commented, or quietly read along. This is not goodbye forever. It is just goodbye to this. And trust me, the story is not over yet.