Brought to you by the letter “D”

It used to be very common for people to know me as simply “D” or the stranger spelling of “Dee”. It is not my name but for many years now, most people know me as or call me “D”. I still think that if I ran into certain people I haven’t seen in years, they’d greet me as “D!” – more so because many actually think that is my name.

Well as I mentioned, it’s not.

The common use of my nickname has become more limiting over the years, which I prefer. As stated above, there was a time that people seemed to think “D” was my name but as I’ve moved from job to job, the nickname hasn’t followed me. And I’ve found that I struggle to let people just randomly think they can call me “D” because they’ve heard others use it. I’m far more protective about who gets to call me by an initial than I ever was. There’s this sentimentality to the nickname for some reason and only those important to me get to use it.

I’ve had my share of other nicknames growing up and thankfully none of them stood the test of time. What I find the most strange is no one in my family has ever called me “D” and I’m not sure that any of them are even aware of it.

This isn’t really an entry to go into the story of “D”. It’s as simple as someone once called me “D” and it stuck. There’s nothing special to the story and no interesting reason as to why it happened.

Anyway, as protective as I am of the fourth letter of the alphabet, I thought I’d name this blog after it. It made sense and as I’m starting my blog over, it fits.

It doesn’t mean you get to call me “D” though.