Skylar Smythe

Resident Since: 2007-11-05 (18 years, 4 months ago)

I got around to cleaning my inventory. A little bit at a time, it is like, a scrapbook of places I've been, people I met, and experiences I had. It's lovely to look back, blush, laugh, scratch my head and ponder (WTH was I thinking?), and I remember what that era was like. And often, I smile.

For all the joy, stress, creativity, friendship, beautiful explorations in human nature, passion, kindness, betrayal, annoyance, and laughter it gave me... it helped me grow. I'm humbled by the happy ending I never saw coming, but always deserved.

Part of me misses SL when I am away too long. I don't know why, but it is true. Sometimes I log in, plant myself as an observer of conversation, and smile, sipping tea, behind a monitor. My lack of ability to be anyone but myself in a digital world where you can be anything? I consider that a victory.

I am still blogging, anonymously, so I can share authentically about my life, evolution, past relationships (I was doing that before Taylor Swift), and pondering existential things.

It was kind of cute to see Taylor Swift do what all creatives do; channel joy and pain through their art. Her formers didn't like it either. Nor the friendships she outgrew, as she stayed true to her mission; working hard to evolve into the best, self actualized, and happiest version of herself.

Everything has an expiration date. That is the truth and undercurrent of life. All the side quests, boss fights, and exploration. I've savored all of it.

My novella hits Amazon in 2026. Under a pen name.

I don't need to be famous. I was never seeking praise, approval or glory.

I was just telling my story.

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