What's In A Name? - Vin Boyd

A name to me has meant a lot of trials and tribulation. It's been difficult getting over what I was named and how it has affected me. To be given a name that doesn't quite fit, when speaking it feels like mumbling through a mouthful of stones, it isn't the best feeling. Many people have preferred names that just fit them better than their full names, but mine has never felt like that. I've always felt like a nickname would be a semi-permanent fit to an everlasting problem.
When I first started struggling with my name and my identity, I used to think about parents or guardians not naming their children anything. To just be born into a family with no indication of a big part of your future. I thought it might be easier to learn what a name was for yourself later in life and find a name you thought suited you best.
Then I realized that people grow in and out of names. A person may let their name affect them to the extent of basing their personality around it. Why not just pull a Bird Box and grow up in the easy identification of what you are and not who?
I wouldn't have become Vin if I wasn't first Veronica. I felt like Vin would be an easy solution to my previous name because it started with the same initial and had enough differing qualities to only slightly resemble the other. I mostly wanted to make it easier for other people. That Vin and Veronica were similar enough.
Imagine my other name option. Before I realized I was falling apart in accordance with my self-identity, I thought Sam would be a good fit for me. It's short, gender-neutral, common, memorable while also being forgettable. I didn't want to stand out. I didn't want to make it hard on anyone.
I know I haven't followed the prompt quite to the 'T', but I think my struggles are real enough to put pen to paper. Er, fingers to keyboard to screen. To blog.