My goodness, it is hard to choose a name for a blog! It’s like choosing your major in college: you can essentially change it whenever you want, but it’s one of those things you want to get right on your first swing.
Made up words are generally either hard to remember or come off sounding pretentious. Goop, anyone? I wanted to choose something catchy that also incorporated a little bit of me. “Cece’s Travels” and “The Simple Life of Cece” sound corny and amateur. Although, who am I kidding, I definitely am an amateur. The best rhyme I could come up with was “Cece likes Reeses,” so rhyming was off the table.
Here is what happens when your name is Cece and you introduce yourself to someone over the age of 45: First they say, “Nice to meet you Stacy!” Then you decide whether or not it is worth it to correct them based on if you are going to see them again or not. If it is deemed worthwhile, you reply with, “No, sorry, it’s SEE – SEE,” making sure to enunciate each syllable. At this point they usually have a pretty confused look on their face because of your “contemporary” name. To remedy this, you explain, “It’s short for Cecelia.” Then their faces light up and they say, “Oh that makes sense!” Sometimes it ends there. But most of the time they go on to start singing Simon and Garfunkel’s “Cecilia” (same pronunciation, different spelling). Then you politely smile and laugh at their oh so clever and unique joke.
I actually like the song “Cecilia”; I think it’s catchy and kinda timeless. Otherwise I wouldn’t have chosen a line from it as the title of my blog. “Shaking Your Confidence Daily” alludes to my name, implies that I think I’m cooler than I really am (which is probably true since I’m starting a blog about my life), and is just obscure enough to be slightly hipster. Also, “Making Love in the Afternoon” didn’t quite seem to fit.
And nope, I wasn’t named after the song. I was named after St. Cecelia, the patron saint of music, who some say Simon and Garfunkel are referring to because of “the frustration of fleeting inspiration in songwriting” (thanks Wikipedia). Too bad I’m not very musically talented. I can play a decent Für Elise on the piano, but that’s about it. Regardless, I want to give a quick shout out to my mom for not letting my dad name me Philomena.
So far I’ve gotten through college without changing my major. (Marketing, in case you were curious.) Let’s hope my decision making skills apply to this blog name as well. And to the naming of my future children so that I don’t name my child Apple and later regret it. Sorry Gwyneth, you’re too easy to pick on.