Today I’m changing my name. It has been a long time coming. I’ve never gone by the name that I was born with, but instead have all my records, both medical and otherwise, in a different name with the exception of one: my passport.
But I’m not changing my first or even middle name. I’m changing my last name.
Why? See my previous post. And another post. But really, as I think about it, it’s a way to honor my stepfather, who raised me.
I’m sure this will be seen as a slap in the face by my father’s family. My father doesn’t really care about anything I do. I would hope they could see it’s not about them but about the name I’ve always gone by…even when I was five. For as long as I can remember, I’ve used this name. And it’s time. It’s just time.
So now, I’m waiting at the courthouse for my appointment. One more hour to go. And then, I will walk out with a new official name. No one else will know really. But I’ll know.
At first, I was nervous. Was I really making the right decision? But the more I thought about it, the more clear it became. Absolutely this was the right decision and I feel with every fiber of my being that this is who I am. It’s just taken me 40 years to realize it.
So, onward and upward. Here’s to new things and new experiences.