Adopting a Cognomen to Honor a Patroness
So I’d been considering adopting a cognomen since adopting Hellenism, and because I finally expressly renounced Catholicism yesterday (and then they schism today? Stonks. Anyway…)
Since I renounced Catholicism, it feels like I should also renounce my Confirmation name, Thomas. Even though it was for a beloved ancestor, its relationship to doubt has no place in my life anymore. I’ve moved beyond doubt. I’m not saying I’m certain — as the saying goes, the opposite of faith isn’t doubt, it’s certainty.
Most recently, I’ve entered into communion with Calliope, Goddess of Eloquence and Muse of Epic Poetry. It’s the closest relationship I’ve yet achieved with a Θεός. While others that I enter communion with will receive another such devotional act, this is the first. As such, even if she is not my patron(ess), she deserves pride of place. In my name. In lieu of a Confirmation name, which appeared between the given and family name, I adopt this as a Cognomen. I do so in the fashion of my ancestors, first-conquered neighbors of Rome, those who brought Phoebus Apollo to the seven hills of our conquerors.
I am Callidorus. Gift from Calliope (or Gifted by Calliope? Whichever sounds less arrogant) (I mean… Apollodorus was a name, this can’t be any worse. The longer forms are… unlucky. Calliodorus contains “odorous,” and just adding -dorus onto Calliope is even worse)
And I adopt it into my name. I am now, and henceforth, [Don’t] [Doxxmyself] Callidorus. Nice to meet you.