Wednesday, February 5, 2014

What's in a name?

If you got to choose your name what would you pick?




I've been thinking a lot about my name lately. Not just my first name but all of it. Its no secret I've been married twice and hence I feel that I have never really felt ownership of my last name either. There hasn't been any real connection to the names I've had.


My maiden name was only mine for a short 23 years. Throughout school I hated it because it put me at the end of the alphabet. As well as having to spell it out loud and explain that there was no "F" in it anywhere.


When getting married for the first time, I only knew that a women was expected to take on her new husbands name. There was no conversation 'if" I would take it. It was just assumed. It was a nice name, had a nice ring but honestly there wasn't much else about it except being at the front of the alphabet and thinking my children would appreciate that.


There was a short time between my official divorce and my second marriage. At that point, I knew I didn't want to keep my first husband's name and it seemed silly to revert to my maiden name. So the natural course was to take on his name as well.


Shortly after however, I begun my college studies and found my way to the Gender Studies department. There I had intense conversations about all names, and what they meant and who gave them to us and for what purpose. I met women and men alike, who strongly identified with their name and who were passionate about explaining why. For me, I had no real story to tell for any of it. No real conviction either way.


And here I am, contemplating keeping my name or changing it. But what would I change it to? Its been just as long that I haven't had my maiden name as when I had it. What could I come up with as an entirely new name that wouldn't sound pretentious or in fact made up? I think about some strong connection that I have with my family names. My offspring have all been given their father's names so there isn't concern about passing something down. So whatever I pick can be just for me. Just for my happiness and connection.


I think of a good friend who has been slowly changing her name to something she feels more connected to. Its been part of her story, part of her legacy. I want something to explain to my children and mostly my daughter, that makes sense, that can become my story. Its my story of evolving into the woman that I am today because of these experiences, because of these names.



Monday, February 3, 2014

Lessons for 2014

As the new year began, I took on the task of posting a picture of myself for all 365 days of 2014 in an effort to show off my fully human, not always perfect feminist self. They are all hash tagged #365feministselfie.









Its actually quite difficult, I've discovered a few things:
  • my arms are not nearly long enough
  • paying attention to what is in the back ground is important
  • my children are pretty stinking cute, and take the pressure off of me.
  • I have anonymous followers that I didn't know about (not sure if I like that or not) LOL
  • I'm my toughest critic.
Its been really trying for me. At first I took pictures throughout the day of myself then would look through them at the end of the day and select the one I thought I looked best in.... then I digressed to taking several pictures at one time and finding the best shot.... to now at day 35 just taking a picture and posting it.   I wonder if on day 360 I'll even care if I've showered! 


I'm still not comfortable with the image that is staring back at me often, and it makes me think why. Where and who taught me not to love my own image? Why am I so critical... I look at my laugh lines and see age and not laughter, or my double chin and see obesity and not bountifulness of life. I look at my grey hairs and see stress and not maturity and value......


I believe that you get back from the universe what you put out there. I want depth, and love and light... and it must start from within.


I thought I would end my little experiement at the end of the month, but I'm not giving in to that critic and figure I have a lot to teach myself.