In attempts to be casual and “myself”, I’ve spiraled into overthinking. This has always been my problem, especially when it comes to writing. I want everything to have meaning and be perfect — word choices and compositions, context, subtext, titles. Titles are the worst. How do you sum up everything you want to accomplish or convey in a few words? The addition of a tagline is helpful. Title too ambiguous? Add a witty line of text beneath it to make the wordplay in your title make sense.
I’m trying to name my blog.
I picked the URL because I want this blog to be associated with who I am, what I think, and the words I choose to share. The URL is intentional. (The URL is also what I use for everything personal because I have a lot of feelings about my name: social media, email, usernames for whatever random websites.) But what about the title? It feels like, instead of titling my novel or poem, I’m titling my life or my presence. And that feels substantial. Final. (Which we know scares the shit out of me.)
To brainstorm, I’ve been handwriting a bunch of things that I like, including “buzz words” and things and places. I’ve also been looking through others’ blogs for inspiration, to see what they’ve chosen and how that works with what they’re writing about. I’ve found word play, iterations of “Sincerely, Someone” and “Adventures with Someone Else” and “Keeping up with Another Someone” (Keeping up with Kaiya? No, I’m not a Kardashian); I’ve found business blogs and beauty blogs and fitness blogs and food blogs. I want my blog to be a little bit of everything because I’m interested in so many things. And I want it to be about me because I think I have some things to say that others might want to hear.
When I started this post this morning, I worked myself into a headache trying to piece together this puzzle. I came back from lunch, crossed off a bunch of the ideas (words or phrases) I’d had for blog titles, and focused on the one (of only a few left) that stuck out to me the most.
“Adventure” is one of my favorite words. Adventures are important. Adventuring–the whole process from planning to regrouping a month later when you’ve remembered what “real life” is — adventuring is the best. And you know where I do some of my best adventuring? At home on my couch or in my bed — usually the latter in the ages it takes me to fall asleep. When my mind isn’t full of purchase orders and different types of paper (hello, advertising job!), it’s busy thinking about everything else.
My partner and my cat. The household chores I’ve put off. Budgeting. How badly I want to get rid of half of my belongings because I feel cluttered. The tendrils of creative project ideas that dip into my consciousness and flicker away when I’m too busy worrying. That time my partner and I drove through Wales using an atlas (I know, guys, I know, how millennial-trying-to-be-hip), or got lost on a dirt track in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, or drove to Scotland listening to John Mayer’s entire discography, or sat in the French Quarter of New Orleans listening to a street saxophonist playing beneath a streetlamp.
My mind wanders when things are quiet.
Sometimes my favorite moments take place in the comfort of my home, and those are the best because they’re part of the biggest adventure. [Cue moving, cliché quote about life being the greatest adventure.] I’ve waited a long time to feel this stable and settled and calm and okay. And I think I’d like to tell you about it all — where I was and where I am now.