chapter three • we meet again
I’m going to keep this chapter short and sweet and light. It’s been a stressful week with school starting up and all. (This is where I am praising the fact that I’m a college kid that doesn’t start for another week.)
It’s funny how much we change and grow through the coarse of our lives. Our opinions change. Our style changes. Our taste in music changes. Just last week I hated “That’s What I Like” by Bruno Mars (if this shocks you, I’m sorry.) But this week it ended up on my playlist and I’m actually okay with it.
So, you get the direction I’m headed in. We are a needle on a clock ticking away.
Wow. Sorry if that sounded slightly depressing. I meant the needle on the clock is always changing the time. Not that we’re all dying any time soon.
These last couple of days I’ve been running around like a mad woman to change my name on LITERALLY everything. I don’t say that lightly. Which sucks and is a total annoyance. For one, I HATE paperwork and signing crap.
I thought the act itself would be difficult, because if you really put it in perspective, I’m changing my name. Again. *insert eye roll here*
I’m surrendering a part of myself and cutting her lose. When I thought about it like that, this mental picture of me severing off an arm and handing it over came to mind (I know; I’m dramatic). Might as well be like that, though, because my name is apart of my identity.
The sole purpose of this particular chapter is to say goodbye to the person I was. Completely let her go and keep on keepin’ on. Because if I’m being honest, cutting ties and keeping my eyes straight ahead isn’t the easiest thing in the world to do. There’s that small temptation to glance in the rear view mirror, and hang on tight to what I have left. But I know that wouldn’t be the right thing to do, and in the end it would only hurt me.
Nothing in life is easy, folks. Not even changing your frickin’ name.
So with all that being said…
Goodbye, Randi Ross. You were a great stepping stool. You came to me as a young girl and steered me into adulthood. I will forever cherish all the lovely memories and experiences you gave me. But it’s time to part ways.
Now. Let’s all give warm welcome back to the name I used to have. The name that was hard to part with, because it was solely mine. It was like a cushion you’d sat on your whole life. It was warm and comfortable. A name that NOBODY could pronounce. A name that was odd and totally bizarre. (It’s Italian, okay.)
Hello, Randi Gillooley. You’ve been missed.
I know. How the crap do you say that? *sigh*
Part of the reason I decided to blog about this is because there are some of you who never knew me with my maiden name. This is kind of my way of saying, “Hey, Randi Ross is me–Randi Gillooley.” Also, it makes things a little less awkward for those that have absolutely no idea what’s went down in my personal life. You know, for the ones scrolling through Facebook and catch that my last name is now “Gillooley” again, and get that thought: “Hm, guess her and her husband split up. Wonder why??” LOLOL revert back to the beginning of my blog series called “the art of finding myself” if you are just now tuning in.
I’m learning to find humor in situations, in case I’m not making that adamant enough for ya.
In honor of this glorious day, because it is official–my SS card says so–I’m a Gillooley again. I’m going to spout out some random facts about me, in case ANY OF YOU care.
- I hate winter because it’s too cold, but I love it because of all the cute winter clothes I get to wear.
- I am an English major that despises English grammar.
- My taste in music is weird and crazy, and I absolutely love that about myself.
- Early mornings are my enemy. (Which is why you will not see me in a class earlier than noon.)
- Coffee is the love of my life.
- I want to travel and see the world. I know, sounds super cliche, but I have an itch to get out and explore.
I’ll stop there to refrain from boring you all to death. If you want to know more, ask away. I’m always open to conversation. (:
Before I call it a day, I’m going to leave something down below for those that need some kind of inspiration to get through the day, week, or whatever season you may be going through.
Until next time.
Randi Garner 