What's in a name?

She did cartwheels the day I was born, so she says. And it is incredibly ironic to me that I much prefer the name she wanted me to have. In fact, have been refering to myself as Jillian ever since I started blogging about my journey through this maze of recovery from hidden dysfunction in my family system. My sister begged that I be called, Jillian, and my mom thought it would be too complicated, so I am just Jill Lenore Ellyson on my birth certificate. Oh, but I long to be Jillian. In my ears, it sounds much more like who I want to be. It means "Youthful Lilly" and I adore this.