If you could have something named after you, what would it be?
If I were to have something named after me, I don’t think I’d want it to be grand.
Not a building. Not a street. Not something people pass without ever really noticing.
I’d want it to be something small — but meaningful.
Something people return to.
A quiet corner of a café, perhaps. The kind where the light hits just right in the afternoon, where conversations linger a little longer than planned, and where someone, somewhere, feels just a bit more like themselves.
Or maybe a garden bench.
Nothing fancy. Just a place where people sit down when life feels a little too loud — and leave feeling like they can carry on again.
I don’t think being remembered is about scale.
It’s about feeling.
If my name were to be attached to anything, I’d want it to mean:
This is a place where you can breathe.
And if someone, years from now, sat there without knowing who I was — but still felt that…
I think that would be more than enough.
Stay fabulous,
Luce 💋

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