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Here I am, neglecting this blog and not giving it a second thought, when I decided to stumble back and check my comments.

Big mistake.

Darling Jill, as much as I love her to tiny bite-sized pieces, can deliver such a kick to the head it isn't even funny. Even with back problems.

Yes, I'm a pussy. Apparently. Change does freak me out sometimes and I have the urge (that I usually act on) to just throw everything up into the air to see where it lands. Small change doesn't sit well with me - I push on through large change and start completely new. Having people watch my process makes me uncomfortable, and I already have a tendency to run instead of explain.

But I started this blog years ago as an outlet. Yes, the subjects I currently need to vent about have changed dramatically, but there are still "things." Am I going to give up on writing here and start worrying about what people will thing of my changes? No. I'm stronger than that. Bless you and fuck you for reminding me of that, Jill. *grin*