Several weeks ago someone suggested I change the name of this blog to Confessions of a Disabled Warrior. I can understand why. People with disabilities fight battles every day. They fight to be accepted and respected by society. They have to work twice as hard to prove that they are as good as everyone else.
They went on to say that if they didn't know me and they were surfing the Internet and saw my blog title they wouldn't stop to read it because the title wouldn't grab their attention. Because I want to expand my readership. and because I value this person's opinion, I thought seriously about changing my blog's name.
I always thought Confessions of a Disabled Diva would be the title of my memoir. Since I haven't started writing my memoir yet, when I got the idea for this blog, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to use the name. It 's cute and catchy. However, until a few weeks ago, I had no idea what the word diva really meant. One Sunday afternoon I found out.
The word diva is typically associated with opera singers and other famous singers, Divas are people who'll do anything to get what they want, not caring who they hurt or what it cost them. I also read something about a diva being into high fashion. None of these definitions describe me. I love to shop though, so does, that count as being into high fashion?
There was one definition I read that I liked. A woman who achieves success through hard work and determination can be thought of as a diva. I don't want to be famous, but I am determined to have this blog reach as many people as it can. It's happening already. When I look at my stats on Blogger, I have readers from all over the world. I'm amazed and overwhelmed.
So, I'll keep the name Confessions of a Disabled Diva. Plus, I have to be honest, it's pretty cool to be called Diva by someone who knows and reads this blog. When you think of the word diva in relation to this blog, remember the definition that spoke about hard work and determination because that's the kind of diva I am.