So what about the first name? The one I didn't make up or choose? Julia. I've no doubt a quick leap about Google will reveal it as descended from the Roman Julius in a female derivative. I cannot tell you why my parents chose it from the panoply of girls' names - I'm not aware that it was a particular trend at the time, and every now and then, I suspect it was a teeny rebellion against the name Julie. Because of course, the one letter difference has caused me a little irritation and some confusion over the years. But it's all good.
Until your dearest friends start defining it.
I've no doubt, gentle reader, that this was written with affection. But I've been considering it a lot. And I'm still walking around it. Because you see, although it was attached to a gift at Christmas, I'm not at all sure that the implication was innocent. And when I asked her, Jan just laughed hysterically.
So be careful. It's not how you choose the name, but how it comes to mean something that counts. Please, live your lives without blemish so that your friends can't write your epitaph on a gift tag.