by Buzzed Beef
The title of today's blog is borrowed, word for word, from the title of a poem by Strickland Gillilan, first published in 1917. It is with a heavy heart that I chose this title as today's blog will be my last on this site for a long time, perhaps indefinitely. Neither time nor space allows me to chronicle all the details of my decision to end my writings.
Suffice it to say, I am enduring some personal and financial problems that have interfered with both my physical and mental motivations. As such, I no longer believe myself a credible source to write a blog regarding bear fitness.
During this last year I have spent sharing with you, I have chronicled personal successes and failures. I've tried to be as candid as possible to reach you at a very personal level. I've tried to infect my writing with my own personal sense of humor and perspective. I sincerely hope that you enjoyed what I've had to "say" as I have thoroughly enjoyed "saying" it. I hope that what I've shared has inspired you and let you know that you are not alone in your quests for fitness; your quest to be the best bear you can be.
I could soliloquize indefinitely about my feelings, but it is unnecessary as the poem from which I borrowed my title says it more beautifully and eloquently and with more brevity than I ever could:
As I Go on My Way
My life shall touch a dozen lives,
Before this life is done;
Leave countless marks for goodwill,
Ere the evening sun;
So this the wish I always wish,
The prayer I always pray:
Let my life help other lives
It touches by the way.
--Strickland Gillilan (1917)
Until next time,
Hugs (and licks if you want 'em)
