So yesterday after 11yrs on Twitter I left. It had been a long time coming, so many changes and so many lost accounts of people I’d been friends with, some for a decade. In the end it was already lost, couldn’t see my friends, posts arriving in my feed after 24hrs, so many other things. It was time.

I’m grieving the loss of that space in a way I would never have imagined when I began to use it all those years ago. The daily connection with lives far removed from mine and ones nearer to home. People who encouraged me and supported me in tough times and whom I supported in theirs. It’s a hard bond to break and probably the reason so many hang on in there still hoping someone will steer the ship back on course.

I’m not going into all the theories of its demise. After all there are so many. It’s just a heartbreak that is hard to explain to others who haven’t been part of that journey. Now I’m off on a new venture and trialling yet another app as others have not met the need I had for that personal connection.

Now again I curate my feed and weed out the accounts who just seem to be there to pull others down. It is much like my whole life at the moment and leads me to understand that, in this moment, I have to divest myself of what no longer fits my purpose in order to make space for that which does. Like a boat setting out alone for a misty shore I check my course and charts and trust the ocean.

I’m not sure what it will look like when I get to my next berth but I know that I must move on and the way lies forward not behind.