Changing names
“What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet.”
I’ve changed the name of this newsletter at least 3 times in the last year-ish. I take time off, come back and think, ‘Oh, this is what this blog should be about.’
Here are these names and what they meant to me:
Encounters— Document the mundane in interesting ways, because that’s where most of the joy of life comes from.
Voices In My Head— Space for all the tangled and usually contradictory thoughts in my head so I could feel a little lighter.
Zoun’s Zestful Zone— Building a place where I could be excited about whatever I was into at that moment.
[Also because Voices sounded too, um— psychotic.]
Another name-changing urge is trying to take over me. Now I want to call the blog something that has as by-line: ‘Notes on Healthy Living’. This whole thing has been me muddling around making mistakes, realizing the life I have is not the life I want, and trying to figure out how to get from here to there.
Maybe there’s nothing to it. I have a suspicion life will always be the same. I’ll always be dissatisfied with something and grateful for other things, all the time, simultaneously.
In that sense, I’m not trying to find a better life. Instead, I’m trying to make the most of what I already have. All the yadda yadda cliche advice about the answer not being outside but inside me.
I guess that’s what I’m trying to find.
“Master Elodin,” I asked slowly. “What would you think of someone who kept changing their own name?”
[…]
“It could indicate she doesn’t know who she is,” he said. “Or that she does know, and doesn’t like it.” He looked up and rubbed his nose thoughtfully. “It could indicate restlessness and dissatisfaction. It could mean her nature is changeable and she shifts her name to fit it. Or it could mean she changes her name with the hope it might help her be a different person.”
—The Wise Man’s Fear, Patrick Rothfuss
I think I’ll leave the name as it is. (For now.) (?)
I don’t want to go through the whole effort of having the blog title reflect the precise present state of my mind. I’d rather I post more consistency and let my thoughts speak for themselves.
Grateful for—
Body that moves seamlessly.
Summer fruits. Each kind is wholesome and delightful in entirely different ways. The textures! The juices! The sweetness! The sourness!
