In the wake of changing my name, I’ve gotten many inquiries about how and why I chose it.
Keep in mind this took over three years of searching and consideration. It’s a difficult decision and legal process so I didn’t force or rush it. It took a lot of patience to accept that when I found the right name for myself, I would know it without a doubt. And that proved true.
When my dearest friend suggested it should start with “West,” that was what I needed. It was a bit of an epiphany. From there I knew it needed to be simple. Two syllables felt like the best rhythm to go with Val. And it needed to not sound too contrived. As I sifted through the options, I found that Weston fit the bill.
When I revealed my choice to the people who know me best, it was to resounding approval and support. There was no question it was the name that fit me. The one that embodies adventure and exploration; my own manifest destiny. Maybe my Manifest Identity?
There are many things that form our identities as humans, our names being one of the most prominent. Choosing this name validates what I know about myself with absolute certainty and in doing this, I’ve claimed my identity. One that is distinctly Val.
Taking this step for myself, while mostly symbolic, provides a distinct change of chapters in my life. Maybe it’s even an entirely new book. I’ll hope you’ll continue to join me as the story unfolds.
So I leave you with this…