Nothing is wrong with the name Sara. I like it. It's pretty. BUT it seems EVERYONE HAS IT. I was also jealous of the kids with the old hippy parents that named them weird names. Or of the celebrity kids that also seemed to get weird names too. Like Apple, Gwenyth Paltrow's baby. It's weird, but I wouldn't mind it.
When I was making my confirmation, I had to pick a confirmation name. I spent a lot of time doing this. I wanted to find a good name, a unique name. I would find names I weren't fimilar with and look up their meanings. I finally decided on Gemma, precious stone. After I made my confirmation with that name I told my friends to start calling me by it. I didn't want to be Sara anymore, I wanted to be Gemma. There was nobody in my school named Gemma.
I also did this with the names Stella and Star. They were different. And again, I didn't know anyone with those names.
One day I was telling my mom how I didn't like my name. She just said, "Well I like it. Sara is a pretty name." For some reason that's when I realized my name doesn't matter. I don't need to define myself by my name. Hell it's not like I'm really a princess or a precious stone. Somebody can call me big Bertha if they wanted. I'm still going to be the same girl who thinks she knows what she's doing and the same universe is still going to laugh and shake it's head.
But at least there's no h in my name...Sara is less common than Sarah.
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I like unusual or unique names, though I hated my rarely heard name growing up. For some reason kids have a lot of trouble pronouncing Fallon. I was Valentine well into the third grade!
"It is never too late to give up your prejudices." Henry David Thoreau
"In case of dissension, never dare to judge till you've heard the other side." Euripides
I was packing to go on a missions trip a couple of weeks ago, and was fretting over what clothes I should bring. I packed basic, boring things that I wouldn't mind getting dirty in or losing. But in the back of my mind, I worried that 'Katie" wouldn't be accurately protrayed without my cool Green Converse and Johnny Depp T-shirts.
It finally dawned on me that first of all, I don't need my clothes to define me, and second, anyone who uses what I wear to decide who I am and what I'm all about isn't worthy of my time.
Don't let the name Sara be what defines you. Your personality should be what makes you, Sara, you.
-K. Schmidt