Do you like your name?
I’m not wild about mine. Didn’t like it at all when I was a kid. I’ve grown into it a bit. I do like that Barbara has lots of nicknames, and I’ve always admired Beaver’s mother, Barbara Billingsly. I think June Cleaver has lots more chutzpa then the world gives her credit for.
Sometimes, when I sign my name during a credit card transaction, I say to myself. “Slow down. Write your name with happiness and confidence. Be pleased and grateful for who you are.” So I write slowly:
Except that it doesn’t look as nice as that font because my handwriting isn’t great. In fact, I’m not happy with my handwriting.
Or my singing voice.
Or my dinner entrees (I’m better on side dishes).
Or my fingernails.
This takes us to the topic of self-esteem. They say menopause brings confidence once you get through the thick of it. I do find as I get older, my self-esteem is improving. And I’ve learned it’s okay to have lots of shortfalls.
Someone once asked my dad what his talents were. He answered, “I’m really good at edging flower gardens.”
I like that!
I can make a teddy bear talk like he’s the most fascinating bear in the world, and I know the names of all the state capitols.
Maybe that’s enough.
I snapped this photo in a funky coffee shop in Kentucky:
And check out this article on the Positivity Blog: Tips on self-esteem.
What about you? Are you happier with yourself than you were twenty years ago?
And do you like your name?
Top Photo: I saw this sign in a Cinque Terre village on our trip to Italy. No clue what type of business it is.
Bottom Photo: I found this name bracelet among the treasures I saved when my daughter Laura was born. I wonder if hospitals nowadays give mothers such pretty bracelets.