This morning, I was baptized in a church I've been attending since 1988. I said a small piece there about how blessed I've been thus far in my life, and then the pastor asked me baptismal questions, including what my name was to be.
To say, "My name is Constance Anne McEntee," felt like a transformative event despite the fact that's been my chosen name since January 2011, and my legal name since January of this year.
I feel different in a way that I can't really describe. And, I think that's a good thing.