I am a fan of nicknames and short-forms. I call my kids Bubbas (Drew) and Goose (Casey). No idea why….the words just came out of my mouth one day and stuck. I call reservations ‘resos’, appetizers ‘appys’, bedtime ‘BT’, and conversations ‘convos’. I like pedis and manis, lol’s, and ‘za. That might be why I prefer to be called ‘Ash’, rather than ‘Ashley’.
My full name is Ashley Jan Worobec. ‘Jan’ is for my mom, Janis, and ‘Worobec’ is my married name. I used to be a Swelin (sounds like Sundin, as in “Swool-een”), but I wanted to have the same Surname as my children; I’ve proudly been a Worobec for nearly 7 years now.
When you call me Ash, I feel a sense of familiarity and fond recollection of my childhood. I’m the only female grandchild on my mom’s side, and my brother and all my cousins call me Ash. I feel like you know my history.
When you call me Ash, I feel like it’s my best friends calling me Ash. In fact, the annual girl’s trip of Ash/Sarah/Shan is affectionately called the ‘ASS Tour’. I feel like you know that we’ve been touring nearly every year since ’98.
When you call me Ash, I feel like we lose the formality of full names and shift to the casualness of nicknames. The Jennifers, Williams, and Roberts out there regularly get Jen, Bill, and Bob. I feel like an ‘Ash’.
When you call me Ash, I feel like you know that I’m a tomboy at heart. I love sports and barefeet and being outside far more than I love crafts and high heels and air conditioning. I feel like you know my interests and my passions.
When you call me Ash, it might be just semantics to you, but it means a lot to me. I identify as an ‘Ash’ more than an ‘Ashley’. I feel like you know me, the real me.
Call me Ash.