So June is the month of Alphabytes, monthly collab that started at last year. The gist of it is, you write an entry daily for the month of June based on each letter of the alphabet. Today, being June 1st, is of course, the letter A.

Being the narcissistic individual that I am, I picked the word April. April means more to me than the month of rain and blossoming flowers, and Spring. To me, the word April = myself. April is my name.

And yes, before you ask, I was indeed born in April. I can only imagine that because of the fact that I was born 3 months premature my mother didn’t have a named picked out. She’s told me she thought April was “pretty”, so there it is.

I hated my name when I was a kid, because no one else had them name. Even worse was the fact that I could never find any pencils or toothbrushes or magnets or, well, anything with my name on it. You know the stupid little things that kids like to buy with their name on it. Mine was absolutely nowhere to be found in the 80s. Now it’s pretty much always available – much to my bitterness.

And of course there were the stupid jokes. Is your middle name May?; You can’t be named April, it’s September! or the woman at work who says to me every.single.month It’s April in January! and It’s April in February!. I’m sure you can guess the rest.

As I got older I really began to like my name. It felt unique, yet not weird. And ever, dare I say it, “pretty”.

In the end, it’s me. I’m April.