By Tara Overzat
A year or two after I turned eighteen, I gave serious thought to changing my last name from Overzat to my mother’s maiden name. I didn’t want anything I did to be associated with someone I had not wanted in my life for years. The name for me was tainted.
I changed my mind after realizing that a lot of people knew me by my original name. These people didn’t necessarily know anyone else with that name. Even as a young adult, I had somehow made the name my own. I wasn’t an Overzat, I was Tara Overzat.
I’m glad I changed my mind. By leading the best life that I know how, by trying the best I can and staying on course, maybe I can fix the name a bit. Perhaps add a positive connotation to it, at least for myself when I look down at my driver’s license. A name change would’ve been running away from the problem, not fixing it.