Identity Crisis

So, amidst all of the things I should be doing right this very minute ( I have a literal list 2 pages long), I've decided to get something off my chest:

I have a hard time referring to myself as "Amelia."

I decided last August that since that is my name, that is what I'm ready to be called - except by the people who have known me all my life, or at least more than 3 years. So, everyone I've met since August calls me Amelia. All the people in my neighborhood have had to learn to call me Amelia.

So hard, I know. I can't even call myself Amelia sometimes - I slipped up just today.

Ian calls me Amy. My family calls me Amy. In my head, I'm Amy. I have to remember who I'm talking to when I call someone on the phone so I am sure to call myself the right name. This is ridiculous.

Flip side of that coin: eventually this will feel natural, right? Ian tells me, "Who cares what other people think. Do what you want to do." Sound advice, for any situation in life. I would continue on in the same path...except I'm not sure that I really feel like "Amelia." I might as well have changed my name to "Jane" or Katie." It feels that foreign.

So, have you been dying to tell me how you really feel about this name changing business? Take the poll on the left and let me have it. I'm hoping for some honesty.

OK, so this post is completely self-absorbed and indulgent. You'll have to forgive me.
I'm having a bit of a moment...ok, it's really just been quite a day...make that a week...