About once a year, at varying times and intervals, I have the same realization: I love my name.
Holly.
It's like when you're really tired and random thoughts are just rolling through your head, and you realize that some certain word just feels good. Has just the perfect feeling to it; that it's just one cool word. (Example, linguini, serendipity, felicity, tortuga.) This is how I feel about my name.
Perhaps this is because I've been named the same thing all eighteen and a half years of my life and it's just grown on me, but perhaps its because it's just darn awesome. I mean, it works with my personality, does it not? It has just the right amount of letters, and the balance of the shape of letters when you look at it written, if you really want to be weird and get into it, is just perfect. Not many girl names start with the letter H, anyways. Hannah, Heather... none of them end in a y. Or a olly.
What else ends in olly? JOLLY.
Exactly.
(FACT: I also have similar realizations about my nose, eyes, and the way my middle finger curves slightly outward.)
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