One of the neat things about the name Elizabeth is that those four syllables can be shortened in so many different ways, depending on the preferences of the wearer. For me, though, I was mostly Elizabeth until I went to college. Two thousand miles from home and anxious to cultivate a new, more outgoing identity, I became Liz. Five years and another few thousand miles later, I had another choice to make. I had tried on Lizzie for short bursts ever since running for high school student council with the slogan “Vote Lizzi G in 2003!”; had its time come at last?
It turns out it had. Lizzie is my freedom name, my joyful name, my real name, because it was the name I was wearing when I started to shed my fears and insecurities and step into who I really am.
Hi there, I’m Lizzie. It’s nice to meet you.
I grew up in a Christian family in northern California, and after attending college in Indiana and traipsing across England and Asia, I’ve returned for the time being. Here I’ve found work at a local radio station, here I’ve found friends a lot younger and a lot older than me. And here I’ve wrestled with depression and doubt. I’m still on that journey of discovery that began in earnest two years ago, a journey of learning what to let go of and what to hang on to, of reaching toward courage and light and love.
I’ve been a writer for as long as I can remember, and for the last five years this blog has been a place of telling my story … of recounting adventures and reflecting on life and faith.
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