Big Sue, Little Sue!

Almost 45 years ago I was a 16 year old, living away from home in ‘digs’ – shared living accommodation with other students and a landlord, a landlady, their family and their bat-shit crazy boxer dog. One of the other students was also called Sue, so the problem arose of how to distinguish which of us was being referred to in conversation. Since I had an almost childlike physique at the time, having not yet hit puberty (I was a very late bloomer), it was decided I should be called Little Sue, and the other Sue, who was of normal size and not large by any stretch of the imagination, Big Sue. Those nicknames persisted long after I’d hit puberty and was giving Big Sue a run for her money size wise.

Yesterday I spent hours trying to think of an appropriate name for the blog, that was also available as a domain name. All the names that came to mind, no matter how obscure seem to have been taken by people who were now trying to sell them for thousands of pounds. Trying hard not to feel utter contempt for the people who would do such a thing, I went downstairs to the kitchen to rustle up some food; drowning my sorrows in a jacket potato and vegan burger. As I fried my burger I mulled over what I wanted my website to be, rather than the name I wanted it to have and I felt I wanted it to be about the inner journey, the life lessons I’ve learned and applied, the evolution of who I am on the inside, the journey of the ‘me’ in this body, with the bigger part of me, the ‘me’ who can sit back as an observer of the emotions and thoughts, the ‘me’ who seems to extend beyond my body, the ‘me’ who has a very different perspective on things sometimes. As I ruminated over how to distinguish ‘me’ from ‘me’ I thought to myself, ‘so what should I call you, bigger part of me?’ The answer came back with a chuckle ‘Big Sue’, and instantly I recalled the situation before when we’d had to distinguish one Sue from another and came up with Big Sue and Little Sue and now again the names seemed perfect to perform the same task. On returning to my desk I checked to see if the domain was available for BigSueLittleSue.com and then snapped it up before some greedy little money-grubber could catch wind of what I was doing and pip me to the post.