Among my group of friends, I have the weirdest name. Teachers, new acquaintances and friends, servers at cafes all have a hard time pronouncing my name. They have given me nicknames to make their lives easier: Ody, Odey, Odes, OD, ODess, Dessa, Des, Day, Odet, Dodet (when my niece was little)…the list goes on. As for the spelling, many have baptized me with Odessa, Odissa, Obyssa (hello, Starbucks!), Odeza, Odiza. It is funny.
When I learned that my name was derived from Odyssey, I slowly started to feel comfortable with it. I became proud that I was named this way but still have to make an effort to say it loud especially in clubs where there is loud music and I’m Out with a tiny purse and some paint on my face ☺️
It was ONLY during this latter part of my life that I began to appreciate that my name meant Wanderer. Someone who wanders. Someone who travels. Someone who gets lost to find something. As I went through life, I felt like I grew into being this person. Although not entirely as I still have a full-time job and get lazy days when I only want to stay in bed to daydream. You will notice that on the upper left corner of this blog says something to this effect. This couldn’t be truer today. I feel lucky to have this little space on the web.
Read about why and how I started this blog.