I’ve started recently obsessing worrying about my DD (9) and DS (7)’s names. I feel terrible about it, but it’s been really bothering me. I think their names are both quite lovely individually, but I don’t LOVE them and I feel like I’ve done them a disservice in giving them unimaginative and dated (not ‘old fashioned cool) names. Where we live in London, I worry they stand out in a sea of Islas, Freddies, Axels, Oscars etc. So silly, but I just can’t seem to let it go. I suffer from OCD, so conscious I’m obsessing out of proportion. They’re James (he’s become Jimmy) and Louisa (Lou). Tips to let it go, or some cruel to be kind advice?! x