I have often been told, “Charli fits you.” I am not sure exactly what people mean by that, but I hope it is a good thing. When I think about how I inhabit the now common name Charli, a few words come to mind: free-spirited, fun-loving, and young at heart. I am those things, just not all the time. I tend to think too deeply and analytically to feel truly free all the time, but I am learning how to let analysis serve me, not run the show.
As for etymology, Google and other sources are far better historians than I am, so I will happily leave the official origins of the name to the curious reader and their search bar. What matters most to me is not where the name came from, but how it keeps nudging me in the present, reminding me to loosen my grip, soften my seriousness, and occasionally tell my inner analyst to take a coffee break while Charli goes out and plays.
