The Alchemy of Self (Changing My Name)

When I look back at my life and my childhood there were a lot of negative things that I could easily have chosen to focus on. Until I was 8 I shared a queen size bed with my mom and my grandmother. We were dirt poor. I grew up without a dad. By the time I was a teenager I had tried nearly every single worthwhile drug (and a few that were not worthwhile).

One of the things that kept me from having an entirely different unfortunate life, that I should have statistically expected, is that I always knew what was in my control and what wasn’t.

I always focused on the aspects of life that were in my control.

I took responsibly for my life.

I don’t blame where I am on where I came from, who raised me or who didn’t.

And where did that get me?

Well, I’m no longer poor.

I’m happily sharing my bed with a beautiful fiancée.

I reunited with my dad, and now I’m changing my last name to his.

kiararobles.com → kiarabickers.com

Why?

  1. It’s an identity I choose.
  2. British colonialism is 10x better than Spanish colonialism.

It’s possible to accept that your experiences make you who you are, but also choose the best version of that self every time.