I read Rebecca’s blog at Life & Godliness the other day. They were talking about ‘when I became “Rebecca” instead of “Becky”.’ I couldn’t comment as I’ve been having some difficulty doing that with Blogger of late. I did think it might be an interesting topic.
For most of my ‘young’ life, I was Tammy. My family and friends from school still call me that. It sounds almost foreign now when someone calls me Tammy. I even correct people when they try to call me Tammy. You see, I reinvented myself at the age of 23. No more “Tammy” but my given name of “Tamara” would be my preference. (I’ve learned that no matter how many times someone reinvents themselves, their name will still be mispronounced!) My name is Tamara – pronounced like camera, not Ta·MARE·a, not Ta·MAR·a.