Sorry everybody, but, it’s come to this. I don’t have the time to write the Granny Cart anymore.
I’m not leaving the Internet, I’m still embarrassing myself in public in several locations– like on Twitter, Flickr and over at the Garden–but I just haven’t figured out a way to do it all anymore. I used to have two hours before I went to work in which I could write and think and cogitate, but now I’m up-and-attem every morning, fighting the incoming commuters at Grand Central like a salmon swimming upstream before I used to even be out of bed. And then, when I get home, I have no interest in sitting in front of the computer anymore. I’ve gotten to a point where I’m happy just sharing my life with my husband and family and fighting the good fight for my job. In short, I’m happy.
The Granny Cart was, in many ways, born out of anger and frustration with the limitations of my job at Forbes. It was an outlet. I guess I don’t need an outlet anymore. But then again, you never know. Perhaps I’ll soon find the world of plants and flowers and giant pumpkins stultifying, and you’ll find me back here, writing about finance and politics. You just never know.
In the meantime: Be well, eat well, live well. It’s been quite the ride.