A Sparrow’s Way Home

I want to share a few words about my misguided “rebrand” and my abject silence that immediately followed. When I wrote those last couple posts a few months ago, I had big hopes, maybe even a touch of nostalgia, trying to rekindle a version of myself from a decade or so ago, someone I was once and thought I wanted to be again. I bopped back into the rockabilly swing of things, but it didn’t quite fit anymore. It’s a strange feeling, realizing you’ve outgrown something that once felt so defining.

I wouldn’t quite call it aging, or a loss of idealism, or even a sense of not belonging, but maybe it’s a blend of all those things. I’m still figuring it out. And in the midst of all that, I found myself deeply regretting the name change. Woolie Sparrow still feels like home to me. It reminds me of when I first bought this little house and spent quiet mornings watching birds and squirrels frolic in the backyard. That name holds something tender, something true to my deeper self.

The voice I used in the last couple of posts took a lot of effort to maintain. While it reminded me of past things, it didn’t feel easy or joyful. It was too much work, and not the kind with what felt like an enjoyable outcome.

So here’s what I want to offer you, dear friends: you don’t have to reinvent yourself to be relevant. Be irrelevant. Be silly. Be your wonderfully weird self, with all the quirks and joys that make you feel alive. If one thing is true, life does not have to be difficult or performative to be meaningful. That’s a myth, a trap really. Embrace your own identity, that’s where you’ll find authenticity. And eventually, you’ll find your true north, and the folks who you’ll vibe with naturally will find you.