Being the people-pleaser that I am (and the hormonal roller coaster such is me this week), I feel bad to have burdened you with that downer-of-a-Writers-Workship post this morning. {Though, I’ll admit, there’s something cathartic about complaining….}
So…..I’m giving myself a re-do!
And I am doing it because I can.
Turns out, my self-given name of CEO of my household isn’t the only Almighty thing about me. My real name {Christina} actually means “anointed one” and “Christ-like.” How’s that for an ego trip?
Though I’ll answer to names like Mom, Hun, Chris, Ma’am, and Titties, most people just call me Chrissy. I don’t know who gave me that nickname, or when, or why. {insert a bubblegum chewing air-head valley girl accent} It’s so, like, “Chrissy.” And while I totally have some bubblegum chewing airhead ways, I’ve never felt the nickname suited me.
Knowing that “Christina” is such a powerful name, I may start making my friends & family refer to me as such. And do you know why?
Because I can.
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