Struggling for a blog topic for today I went for a visit to the Daily Post to trawl for inspiration and came across this question:
If you had to change your first name, what would you change it to?
When I was younger I really did not like my name. If you had asked me this question when I was about 12 I think I would have chosen either ‘Jessica’ or ‘Harriet’ as my new name. I’m not totally sure why, but they were both top of my list as names that would make me a beautiful, popular and happy girl.
Then, when I was 16 I sort of did change my name. Up until that point I had gone by ‘Eleanor’, since that’s what’s on my birth certificate (oh, and despite the spelling it’s pronounced Ele-NA, not Ele-NOR, just so you know) but when I got into sixth form I decided to have a new start and became an ‘Ellidh’.
The only one who still knows me as ‘Eleanor’ is my granny. The rest of my family took a bit of time to adjust to the name change, but they’ve all made the shift. And most of my friends only know me as ‘Ellidh’, and demonstrate much shock and disbelief when they find out that my ‘real name’ is Eleanor.
I remember one friend, on finding out, say: ‘But you’re just not an Eleanor’.
Only of course I was. For 16 years.
So, the question of today feels a little redundant since I’ve already changed my first name and I think once is enough for me.
What about you though? Do you like your first name? Have you always liked it? And if you had to, what would you change your name to?
In summary: pondering.