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sweet caroline

I initially had an indifferent perspective on my name. First seeing it as something entirely boring and a little old fashioned in a family full of “classically named“ american folks, then to seeing it as surprisingly over played the older I got. - In recent years I’ve essentially truncated my last name to Sage because my surname is difficult to spell & pronounce. I love that many adult acquaintances don’t know my real name and I have this built in botanical association I’ve *chosen*. - No matter how common the name is in the real world, and I’m no longer the only Caroline like the small town I grew up in, I do find it undeniably sweet. - I love that many people have positive associations with my name, and there’s a certain joy associated with it because of countless songs in pop culture. For the past few years one of my go to social media bios is “the one all of those songs are named after.” - No nicknames stuck much as a child, besides being called “C” here and there, with my sibling called “B.” But in recent years my best friend started calling me *Care*, hence the username, and it’s the first nickname I’ve connected with and felt loved through. Sorry to all the Caro-s and Carols out there, I always felt frumpy when I was called either growing up. - My mom causally claims that God, yes God, told her to name me in a dream way before her pregnancy. I like to affirm I was given the name because it’s *in my being to care* but I can‘t wait to see what nicknames I collect with the more people I meet, love, and am known by <3 - P.S. always loved the name Virginia as well, and Chrysanthemum because of the children’s book.

@care

Dec 24, 2024

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chilren names

Something I really love doing is collecting names that could potentially belong to my future children! Here are a few of my favorites: -Girls: Chelsea Millie Riva Sunday Fiora Mathilde Summer -Boys: Daniel Luca Frances Auggie Elio George

@ciaolilly

Dec 29, 2024

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Jake

Is not my real name. My dad always loved the name Jake though. When he and his sister were kids he inexplicably called her Jake (grandma hated this). When he eventually got the chance to name a boy (I was preceded by a bunch of sisters), he wanted it to be Jake. But I was named something else, which my mom says was because my dad’s mom wanted me to have a Catholic name, and my dad says it was to name me after an uncle (on mom’s side) who had just passed away. Either way, they have always called me Jake. And so I am sort of named after my uncle, sort of after my aunt. I feel good about it. If I was a woman I’d want my name to be Nora.

@slowdazzle

Jun 9, 2024

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Starting over

“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.” — Anaïs Nin This is uncharacteristically raw and personal, even for me, and pretty heavy! I know many of you have seen me posting through it and I feel safe to talk about it openly now that I’ve safely landed at the start of my new life. It’s honestly even a little bit embarrassing but I think it’s important to share. I’ve never publicly mentioned it on here, but I have a husband; as of Friday, we’d have been together for 11 years, and we’ve been married for 3 years as of 2/22. I realize now that I wanted to explore what I looked like outside of my relationship with him because I had lost that. This is why PI.FYI has been so meaningful to me as a space to express myself and connect with people—to rediscover my voice. I had been living a lie this entire time, to others but worst of all to myself. He’s been verbally and emotionally abusive, physically but without touching me, to the point that every day I spent with him I was in danger. I’ve been shrinking myself and walking on eggshells to avoid making him insecure and provoking his casual put-downs and fits of rage, while hanging on for dear life to the threads of good I could see. I’ve wanted so badly to leave, more than anything, but I felt like there was no way out and that this was just something I would need to endure indefinitely—but someone who is so very dear to me helped me see that I have wings to fly, not by acting as my savior but by reminding me of my own power. The emotional safety they built and the gentle care they showed me made me feel like I could open up to them. With their encouragement I was brave enough to tell the truth to my friends, my family, my boss, and they have received me with warm, loving and open arms and rallied to support and protect me. The financial and  logistical aspects were the most intimidating to me and it’s going to be tough for a while but I’m going to be better than okay! Now I’m opening up to you. This isn’t the only abuse I’ve suffered in my life, and my old therapist told me she believed it was my mission to share my strength and light with others to inspire them and show them that change is possible. I hope that by sharing this, I can reach even just one person who is going through something similar and show that they are not alone, and they are not weak. People with certain backgrounds may be more vulnerable to abuse, but it can happen to anyone. It thrives in darkness, shame, and isolation—and breaking that silence is the first step toward freedom. Leaving is the scariest thing I have ever done but I have so many angels around me, and I am endlessly grateful. Thank you for being here with me 💌

@taterhole

Mar 16, 2025

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Never changing

My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌

@taterhole

Feb 23, 2025

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Finally Quitting the job that you hate

Schedule sent my resignation email for the morning, effective immediately ✅💅

@taterhole

Feb 27, 2025