For years on end I found myself scribbling a little open heart shape on pretty much every bit of paper I laid my hands on. At 26, I decided to get this scribble printed onto my body, to serve as a token of love and respect for everyone dear to me, both living and dead. It also embodied my growing self-respect, and I had it placed on my shoulder as a symbolic “pat on the back”, to remind myself I always try my hardest and I should be proud.
Late 2017 I felt a little nagging feeling coming over me, slowly taking over my head more and more: my blog’s name wasn’t working out for me any more. I couldn’t say I wanted to part with Dictionary Dutch, but I also didn’t want to keep running a blog under that name. I wanted to make my blog more personal, and I really strongly felt the wish to incorporate my personal heart image.
Now I needed to choose a new name, but… Anyone who knows me, knows that’s an issue for me. It’s like picking apples: they have to be perfect or I am not taking them home. Same with a name.
For months I scribbled down every name that popped into my head, every word that made my heart jump a little, only to come to not a single name that made me smile. Until a dear friend of mine emailed me with some ideas and he came up with the perfect pun: Heart to Follow.
I am, I know, hard to follow sometimes. My head is always full with thoughts, some meaningful, others not so much. The way I think about a lot of things and my view on the World around me often differs from my peers. So yes, I am hard to follow.
My heart is different as I am different from most people I know. In high school I was called a freak, nowadays people call me weird, strange, alien-like or extraordinary, exceptional and sometimes even special. Whichever you choose, you’ll find I am unlike many others. And for that, I am