here we go. (please read!)

My stomach is turning with the decisions this not-as-dramatic-as-I-am-making-it-seem idea/follow through requires.

I am thinking of changing the blog's name.

>> I'll figure out how to redirect Alivia Thinks This: to the new URL, don't you fret. <<

In the numerous emails I have sent to family and friends (yes, this decision is weighing on me that much. Imagine if I ever design a whole house? Scary) I've outlined the reasoning for even considering this move.

1. I do not like having my name in the title of my blog.

2. I have reached a point (long, long ago) in this blog where it changed from 

ONLY the documentation of my thoughts and daily life 

to 

the above, plus a place where I can compile things I love, find interesting, share, etc.

3. The new title holds a lot of meaning for me, and maybe for you, too.

4. I love nicknames (an embarrassing amount) and the new name fosters this love.

I'll likely change the header every now and again (no shit, Sherlock) but I know that, if anyone, you guys will be supportive and honest and helpful in my transition.

 Further explanation:

I want this space to be open, accepting.

One where friends meet and converse,

Where I bring something to the table to share.

Where I can vent, cry, lay my head down next to my mimosa and breathe deeply.

. . . . .

There was a moment  in April earlier this year, while sitting on a barstool having brunch, that I looked around and realized

I am so happy to be me, to have my life, to be Alivia and alive.

I smiled, and before I could get the words out, Nicole and Emily verbalized similar words at the same time.

"Oh my gosh! I am so happy!"

"This is just....happiness!"

Yes, my loves. It was! It was the definition!

 Since then, any time I have wanted to host friends for anything at all, I held a brunch.

Or we went out for brunch.

Or we cooked brunch-y food at midnight.

. . . . .

In the past few years, I have loved with all I was capable of, lost myself, found a better version of myself, and grown more than the previous years combined.

This thought, the "I am okay, I love love and life" thought-- began growing in those hours. 

The heart and brain often compete, but that growing blossom, the roots and everything, tied the two together in ivy-esque entanglement.

. . . . . 

((huge, deep breath))

So, please oh please, don't abandon me. On the contrary, I need your help. I am utterly afraid of followers glancing at their google readers or blog rolls, stumped as to why they are now following a random blog, and immediately unfollowing.

Every time I post the word "follow" or any variation of it, I lose numbers. I hope this trend doesn't continue because this post might be the death of me.

Once...if...when...I go through with this, will you help me spread the word?

I'll give you a cookie!

And be your best friend!

Oh, and the new name?

Check back here following this post. I'll have buttons to share and the actual name with even more explanation long-windedness.

P.S. I love you.