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Day One
Shockingly, as I cut the list ruthlessly, each slash brings me an outbreak of new ideas -- Wonderings ... Life Lyrics ... Textures ... Embodiments ... Blurring the Boundaries ... Radical Wonder .... Is it that the mind just loves to create, loves to run wild without constraint? Or is it that I need to face the reality of my dithering? My inability to make decisions? My penchant for procrastination? No! Not at all – this is my process. I honour it, knowing full well that once I do make a decision, the task will be at an end. The days of spacious rambling, exploring and gestating will be over. The title will be born.
To come up with a blog name is an amazing
process! Each prospective title on my brainstormed
list is intended to integrate all I deem important about me and my interests, both succinctly and expressively.
What a task! Can so much be said
in just one or two words?
Following that grand list, I begin the decision-making
process, chunking, narrowing and prioritizing the titles. The job is overwhelming. What really matters to me? Maybe I'll leave it for a day and then look
again with fresh eyes. Hmm... fresh eyes ... another possible blog
name?
Day Two
A little space
helps. The moment I see the list, I know that I don't want my blog readers to envision John Travolta with Staying Alive. Bubbie's Blog, I think I will pigeon-hole me into my grandmotherly identity and leave no room for the other shades of me. I pare the 40 plus into a more manageable 18:
What matters
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Life matters
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Voices
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Smatterings
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S’matterings
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Noticings
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Nota Bene
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Taking Notice
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Still Learning
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Learnings
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A Student of Life, Still Learning
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Treasures
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Treasuring
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Treasure House
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Guest House
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Openings
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Reflections
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Savourings
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Shockingly, as I cut the list ruthlessly, each slash brings me an outbreak of new ideas -- Wonderings ... Life Lyrics ... Textures ... Embodiments ... Blurring the Boundaries ... Radical Wonder .... Is it that the mind just loves to create, loves to run wild without constraint? Or is it that I need to face the reality of my dithering? My inability to make decisions? My penchant for procrastination? No! Not at all – this is my process. I honour it, knowing full well that once I do make a decision, the task will be at an end. The days of spacious rambling, exploring and gestating will be over. The title will be born.
Day Three
Another day passes. Objections
to a few more titles assert themselves. Esoteric
ones no longer hold me in their thrall.
I remove 16 without blinking and add 2 new ones, altering Taking Notice to Taking Note. And then there are 4:
Moments that Matter
Taking Note
Taking Note
Reflections
From Moment to Moment
From Moment to Moment
All along I have wanted the blog to be about the things that matter to me. I want it open enough to have room for what matters in any given moment, or in a lifetime of moments. Immediately, I scratch Reflections and Taking Note, leaving myself with just two, neither of which were on my original list:
Moments that Matter
From Moment to Moment
I send a note to my daughter for feedback. She tells me that she likes Moments that Matter. She's run it past her children, too. They both vote for From Moment to Moment. My ten-year-old grandson says: "You may only have one good moment to write about, but that doesn't mean it will be your last!" I am charmed by his astute comment. And I know that whichever moments I write about will be Moments that Matter. The decision is made! Welcome to my blog!
Moments that Matter
From Moment to Moment
I send a note to my daughter for feedback. She tells me that she likes Moments that Matter. She's run it past her children, too. They both vote for From Moment to Moment. My ten-year-old grandson says: "You may only have one good moment to write about, but that doesn't mean it will be your last!" I am charmed by his astute comment. And I know that whichever moments I write about will be Moments that Matter. The decision is made! Welcome to my blog!