This past weekend I texted Johnathon a bunch of branding ideas for my blog. His favorite? Nothing New — By Eunice. I guess he thought it spoke to him in so many levels. The reality is that being “original” is impossible. Different? Yeah to a certain extent we are all different. However, original? Probably not. I grew up with an unfiltered mouth; I say what I mean. Obviously there are exceptions to this. I’m not trying to insinuate that I don’t lie. That would be a lie.
This is what I came up with:
1. The Typo Writer
2. Unapologeticly Creative
3. Nothing New
4. Finding Eunice
5. The Hemingway Hangover or The Hemingway Effect
6. All Things Eunice
7. Caffeine Addict
Sad right? I’m not even sure I want to be tied to anything beside my name. Why do I struggle so much with this? My decision is to stick with my name. Unless I’m struck with a genius snip bit, that’s the end of my branding name brainstorm.
All that to tell my struggle with fitting in. I’m scatter brained, awkward, and definitely not hip. There are so many cultural references I don’t understand. I discover “old” artists slowly. I’m the person that the barista won’t even have a conversation with, but will chat up my boyfriend. Apparently I have an accent when I speak English. Even though, we all do, don’t we? I also have an accent when I speak Spanish. Some people might think I go to church too much. Other’s may argue I don’t go often enough. My love for Beyoncé is too typical. “Did you start listening to her because of Lemonade?”.
. I don’t fit in — yet I don’t stand out. I listen to La La Land on repeat & then move on to listening to Kanye. I’m not quirky enough to be considered cute. I’m not nice enough to be considered “the sweetest person ever”. I fight for what I believe in, but I choose my battles carefully. Here is my response to everyone who has ever thought I’m too weird, too normal, too average, or just another statistic.
I won’t fit the box you are trying to put me in. Good thing I’m happy.
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