Prompt: New name. Let’s meet again, for the first time. If you could introduce yourself to strangers by another name for just one day, what would it be and why?
What a prompt! I have been thinking about it since midnight last night when it showed up in my inbox. And I just don’t know how to answer it the way it’s intended. I’ve always liked my name. It was different and not overly pretty or girly (Kimberly is very girly, but almost no one calls me that). There was a time when I thought I would go to college and go by my middle name, just for the freshest of fresh starts, but I never ended up doing it.
I like plenty of other names. If I like them a lot, I give them to a character and let go of my attachment to them that way, infusing them with fictional personality. I don’t like any of them enough to tell you that’s who I am. I have spent 37 years growing into these three little letters, and they fit. I’ve created the meaning of this name. I wouldn’t tell anyone, not even a stranger, anything different.