life’s unpredictable - which for me is a 10/90 split between cool and horrifying. sayings like, “you never know what tomorrow holds,” or “always be ready for change,” really piss me off.
and yes, underneath my anger is fear - because the unknown is scary shit. for the most part, i’m just fine living in my cozy false sense of control, believing tomorrow holds exactly what my google cal says and nothing more. and if there is more, it lives in the category of - unexpectedly light traffic on the 405 - finding the perfectly sized purple sweet potatoes at the market, or having a good hair day. sadly, fairytales don’t exist.
despite being a scaredy cat control freak, i’ve learned acceptance versus resistance, rolling with the punches and making lemonade out of the damn lemons is actually the only way through. in tough moments, my wife often reminds me that, “this is an opportunity for a master class in _____” - she’s a realist who also says things like, “i know i love you right now, but i don’t know what the future holds. none of us do!” - it’s like taking a bullet.
so cut to last friday, when i received an email saying there was a trademark issue with the name of my substack and i need to change it. a rebrand!? two weeks after launching!? talk about unexpected. in my hunt for the silver lining, i said to raven, “i didn’t love ‘big little feelings’ - and now i have the chance to really find my version of ‘goop’, ‘untamed’, or ‘skims’." she reminded me i’m not a celebrity with a lingerie line - fair babes, fair.
i genuinely do love a do-over. i feel like i’m always better the second time around, but the pressure to find the “perfect” name, the one that embodies me and all that i want this substack to be, feels impossible. “this sucks” or “ugh” or “whatever you say” are starting to feel like my best options. pretty sure i’ll have an easier time naming my first born than renaming this substack.
do you have a name idea? if so …
i don’t know when (very annoying) but i trust the perfect name for this little space of mine will come. and if not, it will remain a blank space - just kidding, im sure taylor swift owns those two words for the rest of eternity. regardless, here i am pulling myself up by my bootstraps and posting to my unnamed substack. i’d be lying if i said i didn’t feel a glimmer of excitement for tomorrow and seeing what it holds - like a potential name or a perfectly sized purple sweet potato.
I can’t imagine you calling it anything but The Purple Potato.
You may not have a name but you have an audience!! That’s sugar free lemonade for sure.