A name, picked later

I was staring at the same two names on my screen for what felt like an hour. My brain had turned into a loop, a little hamster wheel of pros and cons that wasn't actually getting me anywhere. I just needed a name, any name, to move forward.

The moment you realize you're stuck

It wasn't a big decision, not really. But that's the thing about overthinking—it makes everything feel heavy. I'd weigh one option, then the other, and the scales never seemed to tip. The cursor just blinked, waiting for me to type something.Fairness mattered more than the outcome, honestly. I didn't want to feel like I'd chosen wrong because I was tired or biased. I just wanted the choice to be clean, to come from somewhere outside the noise in my head.

Letting the wheel decide

So I typed them all out, every possibility I'd been circling. I put them into the random name picker, not as a cop-out, but as a release valve. It was a way to offload the burden of choosing onto something impartial. The relief was immediate, just in the act of listing them.I didn't spin it right away. I left it there, a promise to my future self that the decision would be handled. Later, when I came back, the tension was gone. I just clicked the button.

What was on the list

It was a mix of old favorites and new ideas, things that all could have worked in their own way.