Yesterday I posted an old logo from Musings of a Muse on Instagram because I was questioning why I ever changed it. If you go back with me far enough you remember Musings of a Muse with it’s catch phrase of “A Blog from a Cosmetic Whore?. I changed that many years ago when my dev team at the time told me it wasn’t a good message and how “politically incorrect” it may be. I question why I agreed to that change. It wasn’t authentic for me. I liked it and I hate I felt somewhat shamed into believing I should change it.
I’ve always said that inspiration strikes in weird places and this particular post comes from a a deep, thoughtful discussion with an online friend late last night.
We spent many hours deep into the early morning talking and many things we’re discussed but one thing that applies here was our chat about labels and fitting into a box that perhaps someone puts you into or maybe society puts you in. I truly believe things don’t need to be labeled and don’t need a name. You don’t have to validate your feelings or emotions by giving them a name or fitting them into an organized little box. Who you are, who you aim to be, doesn’t need to be identified. You don’t need to name it, you don’t need to label it, you don’t need a little sticker on your chest saying, “Hi my name is Jane and I’m an over thinker or a bookworm or a nerd or an empowering woman (or man)...