The prompt was given on 28th May, so I’m slack on the timing. It was … “SAY YOUR NAME: Are you named after someone or something? Are there any stories or associations attached to it? If you had the choice, would you rename yourself?”
Before I was born, my parents had decided my name would be Rebecca if a girl. (I never did ask them what I’d be named if a boy.)
At the Maternity hospital, some unknown nurse of the “I’ll just keep chatting and blathering to distract you from your labour pain” kind wittered on at them about how, because Dad’s name was Len (short for Leonard) and Mum’s was Jocelyn, “Oh you can put the names together and call her Lynne.” So that was how the decision was reached.
Until I was told the tale, I’d never considered Lynne as anything but my name, me, myself, I…
Afterwards I sulked because they’d been dumb enough to let a nurse talk them out of Rebecca – such a more “me” name, I thought. So I took it as my middle (or second christian) name
Then at some stage I learned Lynne was (celtic? olde irish? …?) for “Cascade” – of water, or of long hair. Either way, I decided Lynne I like now.