Window Over The Sink

While I have always liked the name Elizabeth, I have never felt that it suited me. I referred to myself as Yitzy when I was small enough that everyone else in the family called me Lizzie and I couldn't pronounce it, but I have been Liz every other minute of my life. A few people still call me Lizzie or Lizbeth, and that's okay because of who they are, but I am still Liz. But this morning when I dropped my coffee pod and banged my head on the counter when I bent to pick it up,