Why Master of Transition?

As I have been evolving, it has come to my attention more than once..."Why Master?"

The first time, someone said to me, "I really don't like that you call yourself Master." I took this into consideration and began reflecting on why was I calling myself Master of Transition.

As I have been moving forward in my life, the hardest part has been to see myself bigger...no, I can see my physical self getting bigger....I mean the soul self, the essence of who I am. It is most difficult to evolve and see myself different, growing. When I remain in the same circle of friends who have always known or seen me as one way, it's that much more difficult!

Several years back, a friend suggested I begin to spell my name, Patty with an "i" as this second half of life was about me! Whoa baby, the skids marks from the brakes being slammed on where deep!
"I've always been Patty...for 50 years I've been Patty how could I not be me?"
As time passed and the shock began to wear off, I asked one of my daughters, "Oh you can't" she replied, "You've always been Patty." Well that was enough for me! Patti with an "i" is it! But do you think I could take ownership of it? No! I got a new job, they asked how I spelled my name, I said, "It doesn't matter, either way." It truly took a year to make the conversion.

Next, several years after my divorce, I decided I was done being a Hobbs.
I decided to go back to my maiden name, not angry, just finished. I called my ex-husband and thanked him for sharing his last name with me for the past 30 years, but that I was going to take my maiden name back. So I went to the courthouse, filled out the paper work for "Miller" and waited patiently for the permission to "be me!"

The permission paper came and I couldn't change my name on anything. I finally went to the DMV, who sent me to the Social Security office who sent me to the DMV....anyway, you get the picture and when they asked me to sign my name...I didn't know how. I was a Hobbs longer than I was a Miller. It just didn't feel right.

I had been toying with the idea to drop my last name completely and become Patricia Hope, Hope being my middle name. A name I could never stand as a child. The joke was, "Hope there was no more kids!"

One day in the middle of my "dark night of the soul," which is what I call the past 6 years of my life, I realized in my yard, thru my tears, looking at a truly neglected rose in the garden, even it was blooming, that "Hope" is all there is! I found it fascinating that someone knew I would need "HOPE" at some point in my life and there it was!

In my work I wanted everything to be light and fun, and so I began playing with Pati yes, one "t." Different enough, light and fun feeling.

I now live by signs....I read in the newspaper someone who had dropped her last name and was going by her first and middle....good enough confirmation for me! And then I went to a new bank and the teller's name was posted, Pati! OKey Dokey! Pati Hope is re born!

Now, you don't think I could become Pati Hope without a panty twist do you! It took along time and alot of talking to myself and seeing myself different. Recently I went to a friend as I was having a bad day....I sat on her couch and began crying...giving her a litany of all the things that weren't going right in my life. I finally burst out, "I don't even know what my fucking name is!" Who am I? We both burst out laughing as we knew the journey.

Now, I know....I've evolved, I'm Pati Hope! Hope is all there is!

Christopher Reeves - Once you choose hope, anything is possible!!

Next, We'll continue the saga.....Master of Transition????? (When I return from my next trip)