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What Would You Name Yourself? [Wow! It’s Wednesday!]

I’ve talked a lot on this blog about how much I love my name. I love it so much so that I not only kept my last name when I got married, but I also continue to leave a trail of my initials everywhere I write. But this wasn’t always the case.

When I was a child, I hated my name. It was strange in a rather awkward way. I was named after my father, yes, but why not Ernesta or Ernestine? Some of my earliest memories involve having to say my name over and over again until whoever I was introducing to myself got it. This usually involved an eventual full-out spelling of it. This wouldn’t have happened, if I’d been named something simple, like say, “Betty,” which is both my mother’s and my daughter’s name. I have a theory that folks with simple names give their firstborn complicated ones, and folks with complicated names go with simple for their first born.

In any case, I think that part of the reason I’ve so embraced the current computer age so fully is that it has freed me from the necessity of spelling out my name for strangers. Everything is typed in before I have to deal with customer service reps on the phone, and nametags have become so ubiquitous that I rarely have to cold-introduce myself anymore. What a relief. It had gotten so bad before the computer age, that I had just stopped correcting people when they called me Vanessa. My name had just plain old tuckered me out.

So though I wouldn’t change my name now, I do sometimes wonder what I would have named myself if I could have chosen. Lately, I’ve been leaning toward Agnes, an ugly name, with tons of character, that seems just right for a really smart woman who knows her own mind.

But what about you? Did you always love your name? Do you like it now? What would you change it to if it weren’t such a hassle to change your name? Let me know in the comments. 7