I've been doing a lot of thinking recently. Thinking and planning and sorting and gardening. I found this huge mushroom under the leaf/compost pile that I have been adding to all year. We no longer pay for the council green waste collection - why pay to give away our own plant waste when we can put it back to the earth?
The weeks roll over one week into the next and yet I feel stuck with this cycle of trying to get rid of things I have accumulated over the years. It is taking longer than I envisaged.
In a reflective mood I started to think about my name - Simone. It is pronounced Sim-on and yet for most of my life people refer to me as Sim-own. Even when I have corrected people they have continued to call me Sim-own. My family refer to me as Simbo, Simmy, Sim-on-ee, my husband calls me Sir- mon and my Great Nan used to call me Sommy!!!
I wonder if my life would have been any different if I had been given another name. I think my name is ugly and it means snub-nosed and I do have a snub nose! I don't even have a middle name that I can use instead.
Do you like your name? Do you think your name has had a negative or positive impact on your life or not made any difference at all?
