Occhiolism

Occhiolism: n. The awareness of the smallness of your perspective. (Detailed definition found here)

I’ve had three blogs prior to this one. First there was “Accepting Me” a fashion blog. Years later I started “Accepting All Of Me”, which was suppose to do what the above didn’t do, incorporate all of me, not just fashion. Unfortunately it turned into the book blog “Bookmarked for Later” (Btw, I absolutely loved that name and thought it was clever) because I got sucked into that world.  I invested in that blog for a while; I moved to wordpress.org and self hosted, I bought a theme for the first time, got a talented blogger to make me an icon that I adored, and I spent A LOT of money on books. However, like my first blog, I felt limited and reading was no longer fun. I was reading to fill a quota and, as a result, I was neglecting my real life obligations. Eventually the blog died.

During those quiet years, I felt myself yearning to start a new blog. But this time I wanted my blog to last beyond a year or two. I wanted it to be meaningful enough to have a long life with no end in sight. But, in starting such a blog, I knew three things had to happen:

1. I could not limit myself with this new blog. I would leave it open to write about anything I so choose.

2. It would have to be something special that was done for me. Not for views, comments, or sponsors. It would be an outlet and, if I got people reading it, that’d be icing on the cake.

3. The name needed to be something simple but unique. I was tired of the long urls and the titles that limited me. When thinking of a name, I thought about my very close friend over at Yangarella. I’d always loved the uniqueness of her blog name and how it was specific to her. I can’t remember the translation, but I remember thinking, “that’s so her” when she told me the meaning.

Fast forward years later to Buzzfeed and their 27 Low Carb Recipes for Slow Cookers list. If you’re anything like me, you can’t just read one list on Buzzfeed. I got to clicking around and eventually got to this. That led me to “The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows” and the word “Occhiolism”, which spoke to me. The smallness of my world is never more clearer than it has been in New York. Riding the trains, rushing through Times Square, and prowling the streets of Lower East Side serve as constant reminders of this. I suppose you could see the above word/definition as something to be sad about. I look at it as the opposite. It makes me feel safe in my mistakes. It assures me that, in the grand scheme of things, those mistakes are small and the world will go on. I’ll have another opportunity to do better and be better because the world didn’t stop from my mistake. It’s also a constant reminder that each person has a complex life that you couldn’t possible understand just from a few minutes of interaction. Or the idea that sparked the term, sonder: The realization that each passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.

So welcome to my piece of the world. It might not be as complex or vivid as I’d like, but I hope it inspires you in some way.

 

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