September 9, 2022
Ding! You’ve Got a New Name
Day nine of the Refresh the Soul 30-day writing challenge

Day 9 prompt: Write about your name.
I hated my given name growing up. Ellen Theresa McFadden.
Okay, I loved my middle and last name but detested my first name. Ya know, the one everyone calls you by.
It wasn’t cute. It was “old” sounding. Boys called me “Allen” or “Helen.” As if those names were worse than “Ellen.”
When I went shopping with my friends, we would browse the personalized name gifts. Bookmarks. Keychains. Nameplates. Never an “Ellen” in sight. I felt left out.
Mind you, this was before Ellen DeGeneres rocked the name and even added our name to cool shirts, coffee mugs, and even underwear.
By the time she was famous, I had already taken things into my own hands. by changing my name. Well, not officially, but online, so that’s pretty close.

In the mid-1990s, I got my first desktop computer and set up my first non-school email account. AOL, baby.
Do you hear that?
You’ve got mail! dinging in the background.
I still remember sitting at my ginormous computer deciding on an AOL username/email. Ellie. It’s cuter. I can’t go into chatrooms with the name “Ellen.” So I decided on Ellie73.
As an introvert who was attending an all-women's college, meeting people online was a more comfortable existence. And everyone called me Ellie, not Ellen. Of course, that world was separate from my physical world, where family and friends still used my name.
Until my online world intertwined with my physical. I met a guy who I ended up dating, moving in with, and marrying (and eventually divorcing, but that’s a whole different story). He lived three hours away, so I moved in with him, starting a new life with new friends who all called me “Ellie.”
Now fast forward 25 years. As I wrote this I contemplated the meaning of changing my name. I’m left with only a handful of souls who would even utter my name, “Ellen.” When I hear it used, I instantly flash back to my childhood, some good mixed with some bad memories associated with that name, with that time in my life.
But I would give anything to hear my mom say my name (she passed in 2009). Anything.
What’s ironic is as I’ve reconnected with old friends from school and my neighborhood on Facebook over the years — Jenny, Christy, and the Saras — they complained that their name was everywhere. Jennifer turned her name from Jennifer to Jenny to Jenna over the years. URGH.
I get it. Sometimes, to feel comfortable in this chaotic world, we need to take control of something that we had none of in the first place. But sometimes, it’s nice to be reminded of where we began.
Inspiration
Thank you Nancy Blackman for creating this challenge!
About the Writer
Ellie is a freelance writer and editor from Minnesota. She is writing her first novel, a psychological suspense novel, while finishing her MFA at SNHU.
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