I am beginning the process of shutting down Salty Running.
Most of you have moved on with your lives and left it already, but every day I’m fielding emails and checking comments and staring at this huge body of work we created trying to figure out what to do.
The word ‘body’ is the right one to describe it, for sure. I feel like I have to be an undertaker to my own friend. I am staring at a giant body, now hollow but once vibrant and full of activity. I loved it, and now I feel an incredible amount of sorrow because this thing I loved has died. I’m at a loss, unsure if I have the ability to make the right decisions.
I made so many friends here. You changed who I was. You gave me something important to pursue, a dream to chase. You made me expect more of myself. You made me push harder and try for more. When you were cheering for me, I did my best.
I don’t want to put it away. I want to build it up bigger than it was, but I can’t do it by myself. Alone, I don’t have the ability or vision to carry it forward and I am uncertain if there is even a need anymore. We set out to create room in the world for a certain kind of woman, and in the last seven years, space has been made. I think we helped a little, and that feels good. Maybe it means the mission is complete. Maybe the good things we gave can be enough to say I did a good thing here.
This has been a really special, life-changing, identity-changing thing for me and it’s hard to let go. I would welcome any input you might have about what to do with the amazing body of work we created together and how to move forward.
I may update, I may not.