Today is Wednesday, and I've had two days to get used to the idea of Annie being my real name now. I don't have a nickname! I really love it. Changing my name has been a lifelong dream.
All my life I've had to wonder when was the appropriate time to tell someone that I go by Annie. Does it even matter? My OB, yes, he should definitely call me Annie. My dentist, I only see him twice a year, so why bother?
Today, however, I had a dentist appointment, and the assistant kept calling me Anita. It felt so weird and wrong. That wasn't my name anymore. So after about 3 or 4 times, I finally told her about the name change. It does make me feel like a bit of a freak - I mean who changes their first name? But I'm thrilled nonetheless.
The whole process, for which I was so nervous, was very routine and boring. My court date was Monday morning, and I waited through several divorce hearings which lasted a total of about two minutes each. About 6 divorces were declared before my name was officially changed by the judge.
So then I applied for my passport, which was a much more quick and pleasant experience. And now I'm ready for my trip to Prague in January! (Yes, I got the passport rushed!) I'm so thankful for this whole journey, what God has taught me and who He's creating me to be. Thank God for being a work in progress! I love my life - silly and naive as I might be sometimes.
ETA: And if you're wondering why I changed my name, then read here. :)