2/14
One year ago today, I walked into the courthouse Lola Elkins and walked out Dottie George. It was sweet that the judge nearly cried when I told him why I decided to change my name. It complicated a few things, and took a few months to get everything changed, but it wasn't as horrible a hassle as I expected it to be. I think it's been harder on those who know me, than it was for me to adjust to my new name. But I am so glad I changed it. I can see and feel the difference in who I am with my new name. I noticed about six months ago, I don't walk looking down at my shoes anymore. (a habit I picked up in Jr. High because of being teased mercilessly). There is a freedom, like I was able to set down all the baggage and shame from all my years, and walk away. It's still a part of who I am, I can't deny my roots, but the hold on me is gone. Having a new name/identity has brought with it a new sense of capability. I know life is hard, and I am generally lazy and te