By any other name…

Sometimes being confronted with a fear is exactly what you need to put your life in perspective.

This past week has been a tough one, but perhaps it was even tougher for those closest to me. I was reminded of the love I do already have in my life — and how easily I take it for granted, surprised by the concern from some, and reinforced by the silence of all else that I am but an infinitesimal speck in this universe.

I am okay with the latter. It hurt, sure. But this moment was the humble, gentle reminder I needed.

I am not the center of the universe — no.

But for some people, I come pretty close to being theirs.

To feel and see that — even if it is just from a few people — is the most beautiful thing in the world.

Though I still don’t know the ultimate “why,” I feel as if I’ve gotten some answers.

If nothing else, I’m beginning to have a greater awareness of who I am and how seemingly tiny things may have played an impact on my life years later.

Or not. One can never fully know.

But I am comforted by the idea that I’ve figured out where that one puzzle piece I’ve been stumped by fits.

Sometimes, just having a name is what you need.

Does a name hold all that significance? Would a rose by any other name smell just as sweet? I think Shakespeare was trying to say that a name bears no significance on the thing itself.

But maybe it does, in some cases.

I had written this post on April 6, 2017 intending on posting it on my blog Cake & Cows. For one reason or another, I never did. I suppose I needed some distance from it. That’s why I’ve decided to post it on Medium, a place where I can be raw and honest and somewhat anonymous.