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Changes, Changes

Dude, I'm currently doing a stripper dance to Beethoven's Triple Concerto...does that seem a bit odd to anyone else?


Anyway, I changed the layout of the page as well as its title. It was so plain before...however it looked....can't exactly recall--which only goes to prove it was unmemorable and, ergo, had to go! Obviously. I also felt the old title, "Curtailment of Serenity", was a bit negatory & off message--afterall, I'm supposedly seeking & exploring serenity, not cutting it short or abridging it XD That title did have a lovely bit of poeticness about it, though, didn't it? I think I was in one of those upswings from a depressive episode when I came up with it. (Funnily enough "Curtailment of Serenity" did sorta tie into those first 6 months or so of recovery: I was doing everything I could to resist the program and my sponsor and wasn't even fully aware I was.... I really held myself back :\)

So now this blog's title actually ties in with its url. "Autotomy", afterall, is self-amputation--as when a lizard drops its tail to distract a predator. Pretty badass in my opinion.... And now I've titled the weblog "Severance". See what I did there? Yeah, I'm mondo clever.


So I did my 3rd step the other week! And now've started my 4th.... I should prolly get to posting about my 3rd step some like I said I would, eh?
Maybe later--I've already dawdled away 20 minutes XD
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