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It’s funny how things come full circle. When I first created the name Moeluvin, I saw it as something else. It was cute, catchy, and felt like a reflection of the version of me that existed at the time. But as I evolved, so did my understanding of it.
Last year, I changed my name from Moeluvin to The PM Maven. At the time, I felt like I had outgrown Moeluvin. That name carried so much of my past — the partying, the drinking, the overworking. Don’t get me wrong, I had a great time. Life wasn’t bad at all. From the outside looking in, I was thriving. But internally? I was still missing something. No matter how good it looked, there was always this lingering emptiness I couldn’t quite shake.
I thought changing my name meant stepping into a new version of myself — one that had “moved on” from the past. I believed growth meant shedding old identities, leaving behind the girl who once operated in survival mode. I wanted to disconnect from the version of me that was still healing from childhood wounds, still trying to figure out what real love meant for herself.
So I let Moeluvin go.
But that change? Yeah… it didn’t last long.
Because the truth is, I didn’t outgrow Moeluvin — I finally understood it.
The version of me I was running from wasn’t something to discard. She needed Mo(r)e luvin to become who I am today. The partying, the drinking, the overworking — those weren’t just habits; they were…
