Do you love your name?

I mean, yes, it’s a beautiful thing to hear someone speak our own name, but do you LOVE your name?

Have you always loved it?

Have you ever loved it?

I have had a love / hate (mostly strong dislike) relationship with my own first name for most of my life.

How does a name change affect us?

Has this ever happened to you?

Do any of these scenarios sound familiar?

· Here you are, 89 pages into a much-acclaimed book, disappointed, disengaged, disgusted… or all 3.

· You’re at a cozy cabin in some secluded spot with plenty of spare time to relax & read that monstrous hardcover, the only book you brought, because it will take months to finish.. and 2 chapters in, you are already sooo over it.

· On vacation, lounging beside a sparkling pool, you crack open the first book from the stack that took precious packing space.. only to discover that you have already read this novel before. Drat!

Long ago, I revised my tolerance of books, raised the bar on my reading material and reconsidered how I valued my precious time. And it changed my life. Literally.

How do you feel when someone asks you to make a choice? It doesn’t even have to be anything life-altering. It might be a question of where you’d like to eat out, or if you’d like to eat out in the first place.

Do you hesitate, then stall out with panic, feeling pressure to make a choice that will not disappoint anyone?