What’s in a name? We’ve talked a bit about the last name issue (to change or not to change, that is the question), but I want to look at first names today. As you can see, my name is Sara. Now that I’m an adult, I love my name. It suits me down to the ground. Before I was born, my parents had decided that I would be an Erica if I was a girl. I ended up being about two weeks late, and during that two weeks James Taylor and Carly Simon had a daughter who they named Sarah. My parents heard the news on the radio and thought, “Hey, that’s a pretty name,” and the rest is history. I firmly believe that I was late because I refused to come out till they gave up on the Erica nonsense. (I should add here that I have no problem with the name Erica, per se. I have met a number of Ericas and they wear the name quite well. I just don’t think it would have suited me.)
Despite all this, when I was about ten I hated my name. I thought it was stupid and I wanted to be called Sharon instead. Why? I have no idea. I just thought it was way prettier.
SO – did you ever wish you had a different name?