Years ago, my grandfather had to go to the hospital to get his leg amputated. I was a teenager at the time, and it was the first time I was old enough to be fully aware of the hospital experience. I had visited my mom when I was really young, but remembered little about it. This time, I took it all in: The antiseptic smell mixed with urine, the beige walls, the squeaky linoleum floors, the sick people.
My grandfather looked strange in the stark white bed, smaller and more diminished than he usually did. I couldn't wait to leave, and wondered to myself why anyone would choose to work at such a place.
During those years, in High School, I had to take English classes. They were mandatory, and I hated them. I had no knack for the foreign language, which I found hard to understand and impossible to speak. I couldn't imagine ever getting the hang of it. I struggled through them, dropping English at the earliest opportunity.
Years later, on a hot summer day, Rich and I drove through a little town and decided to stop for lunch. Rich knew the town already and liked it, but for me, it was the first time there. I was unimpressed. It seemed small and dead to me, and I mentioned that I couldn't ever imagine living there.
As you may know, I ended up with a hospital career, in an English-speaking country, and we are in the process of buying a house in the exact town I once said I could never live in.
Life is funny that way.
The thing is: We can't foresee what will happen in life. As much as we can plan for what we want (or think we want), what really happens in the end may turn out to be completely different.
I am reluctant to change, like most people. It's hard, uncomfortable, exhausting, and scary.
However, it is also exciting, full of possibilities, and has given me some of the best experiences of my life!
I would love to become a person that embraces change. I am a creature of habit, from my breakfast (for the most part, I have eaten the same breakfast for at least 15 years: coffee and two slices of toast with pb&j) to the books I (re-)read to the style of clothes I wear.
Well, in my quest to remind myself and others of the positive power of change, I had an idea. As I hinted yesterday, I have been considering to change the name of my blog. Last night I actually attempted to change the domain name, which resulted in my blog disappearing from the Internet. It's the worst feeling ever when you type in you beloved blog's name, and you get an error message stating blog not found. Talk about heartbreak!
Luckily, this morning I managed to get my old domain back, after spending nearly two sweating and cursing hours trying to figure out what cnames and DNS templates are (I still have no idea).
To make a long story short, here is what I was thinking of re-naming this blog:
Inspired by this entire strange year, Mr. Carson's quote above, and the desire to better convey my love for narrating life in all its weird twists and turns, it seemed like a fitting name.
However, after the anxious hours between last night, when I first lost Farm Girl, and the joy when I got it back today, I'm now unsure if I should. She is like a dear friend to me, and losing her, even just for 12 hours, was way harder than I thought it would be.
(Also, I'm quite certain I won't be able to figure out how to actually do it - it's trickier than expected.)
I experimentally put the name as my header, to look at it for a day or two. And I'm asking you, dear readers: What do you think? Leave it as is, Farm Girl forever?
Or change it to Let life change you? (Which, admittedly, is a bit of a mouthful.)
If you could take a moment and cast your vote, I would really appreciate it.
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Thank you!!My grandfather looked strange in the stark white bed, smaller and more diminished than he usually did. I couldn't wait to leave, and wondered to myself why anyone would choose to work at such a place.
During those years, in High School, I had to take English classes. They were mandatory, and I hated them. I had no knack for the foreign language, which I found hard to understand and impossible to speak. I couldn't imagine ever getting the hang of it. I struggled through them, dropping English at the earliest opportunity.
Years later, on a hot summer day, Rich and I drove through a little town and decided to stop for lunch. Rich knew the town already and liked it, but for me, it was the first time there. I was unimpressed. It seemed small and dead to me, and I mentioned that I couldn't ever imagine living there.
As you may know, I ended up with a hospital career, in an English-speaking country, and we are in the process of buying a house in the exact town I once said I could never live in.
Life is funny that way.
The thing is: We can't foresee what will happen in life. As much as we can plan for what we want (or think we want), what really happens in the end may turn out to be completely different.
I am reluctant to change, like most people. It's hard, uncomfortable, exhausting, and scary.
However, it is also exciting, full of possibilities, and has given me some of the best experiences of my life!
I would love to become a person that embraces change. I am a creature of habit, from my breakfast (for the most part, I have eaten the same breakfast for at least 15 years: coffee and two slices of toast with pb&j) to the books I (re-)read to the style of clothes I wear.
Well, in my quest to remind myself and others of the positive power of change, I had an idea. As I hinted yesterday, I have been considering to change the name of my blog. Last night I actually attempted to change the domain name, which resulted in my blog disappearing from the Internet. It's the worst feeling ever when you type in you beloved blog's name, and you get an error message stating blog not found. Talk about heartbreak!
Luckily, this morning I managed to get my old domain back, after spending nearly two sweating and cursing hours trying to figure out what cnames and DNS templates are (I still have no idea).
To make a long story short, here is what I was thinking of re-naming this blog:
Let life change you
Inspired by this entire strange year, Mr. Carson's quote above, and the desire to better convey my love for narrating life in all its weird twists and turns, it seemed like a fitting name.
However, after the anxious hours between last night, when I first lost Farm Girl, and the joy when I got it back today, I'm now unsure if I should. She is like a dear friend to me, and losing her, even just for 12 hours, was way harder than I thought it would be.
(Also, I'm quite certain I won't be able to figure out how to actually do it - it's trickier than expected.)
I experimentally put the name as my header, to look at it for a day or two. And I'm asking you, dear readers: What do you think? Leave it as is, Farm Girl forever?
Or change it to Let life change you? (Which, admittedly, is a bit of a mouthful.)
If you could take a moment and cast your vote, I would really appreciate it.
Create your own user feedback survey
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I second the redirect option but I think it should be from your old name to your new name. That way anyone who uses the old name still finds you but you get your exciting new name. You're not losing FarmGirl, she's just changing into a new outfit.
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