Hello, Goodbye

Hi.

Oh Hart Beat, I don’t even know how to start this post. Can you believe that it’s been eight years since this blog’s first post? So much has happened since then Hart Beat. I graduated from college, moved to Brooklyn, moved out of Brooklyn, traveled around the world, listened to hundreds of hours of indie rock music, lost two dogs, got one more, had my heart broken and healed so many times over again, all the while writing to you.

Since I stopped posting daily, I’ve been beating myself about even entertaining the thought of leaving it all behind. I have things to say. I like to write. I’m not afraid of the internet. So why was it all so difficult? And that’s the rub my loves, I don’t know why. All I can say is that the energy/drive/love/excitement/whatever you want to call it is gone. It doesn’t live on that web site anymore.

Hart Beat has been my baby for nearly a decade. Over eight years I published 1,391 posts. Some were personal, others silly, sad, vulnerable, and cheesy. We talked about poetry, mascara, heartbreak, and everything else under the sun. You read from Seattle, Arlington, Austin, Orlando, Kansas City, Tallahassee, Saint Paul, Charlottesville, Tulsa, Tucson, and Buffalo. You checked in from Spain, Australia, Japan, South Africa, Argentina, Canada, Mongolia, Egypt, China, and New Zeland. You read from 196 countries and 50 states including the District of Columbia and Puerto Rico.

It’s a strange thing having your diary live online. And, even though I’m done with Hart Beat, I’m certainly not done with writing or the internet. And so, enter a newsletter aka Hart Beat 2.0. My goal for the newsletter is to write to you—if anyone is out there—every Monday or so. There will be movie reviews, confessionals, poems, updates, things I like from the internet, book reviews…basically, everything you ever liked or didn’t like from Hart Beat but now directly from me to you in your inbox.

And here’s the pitch. I used to work in email marketing. I understand if you want to unsubscribe. I hate a cluttered inbox as much as the next person.

But, if you do decide to stick around, I promise to be honest with you. I promise not to sell you anything (other than maybe my book when the time comes). I promise not to look at the names receiving these emails the way I used to unhealthily pour over the Google Analytics data. I promise to be kind and funny and unabashed of my love for my dog. I promise to bring you joy.

And that’s it, my friends. Or rather, that’s it unless you subscribe to the newsletter. Then it’s not goodbye, it’s see ya till Monday when we can talk about fun things like movies and tv shows about magicians (I’m still cool I promise!!).

Talk soon,
Hannah

P.S. While I won’t be posting here anymore, the archives of Hart Beat will still be live on the web and the playlist will live on if you still want new music.

P.P.S. If you’re feeling as sentimental I am right now here are a few of the different headers of Hart Beat over the years.

The first header cerca 2011 when the site lived on Blogspot.👇👇👇