I used to be one of those people that always worried about everything. I would play out a million scenarios in my head about all the things that could go wrong with everything in my life. I would talk about things that happened years ago, and I never let anything go. I was unhappy. I lost my spirituality, my connection to anything in the world except my own mind, and that of the “experts” that we entrust with our lives. Anyone looking from the outside in, with a little more connection to their inner selves, would have said I was broken.
I have to admit, I have talked about setting up a blog for almost two years now. The problem that I have is that everything has to be perfect. I didn’t set up a blog for one simple reason: I couldn’t decide on a name.
This August, I found myself confined to my bed due to a medical issue (more on that in another post). I spent some time sleeping, then sad, and then determined to do something with my time. I decided to reignite the idea of blogging. I love to write, I have a lot to say, and now I actually had the time to do it!
But back to this name. What to call this blog? There are so many layers to who I am as a person and what I’m passionate about. I’m a wife, a mother, workaholic by day, hippie by night. I’m not afraid to try new things. I love to learn and read and go through phases where I’m seemingly obsessed with one thing that I want to tell everyone about before moving on to something else. How could I narrow it down to just one thing? (more…)