A small question for today.
Sometimes a name is chosen for a simple reason.
Sometimes we grow into it over time.
Sometimes it carries a meaning we only discover years later.
No pressure to go deep — just curious how your name and you first met.
As for me:
On the surface, I was named after a football player my father admired.
But when I looked into the etymology later, the name opened up in unexpected ways.
“Wolfram” — wolves and ravens — symbols of sentinel and memory, counsel and companionship.
And then I learned it’s also element 74: tungsten, the filament inside a lightbulb.
A nice reminder that names can carry layers we grow into over time.