What’s in a Name? Everything.

I was four years old when I changed my name.  


“Do not call me that anymore,” I said to my mother. “My name now is Ruby,”  


You already have a name,” my mother insisted. 


 “But all my friends will be waiting for me,” I replied confidently, “and they will look for Ruby. They won’t recognize me if you call me by any other name.” 


“Who are these friends?” my mother asked doubtfully. 


They are the people I am supposed to meet. They will find me when I am older. 


A week later on my very first day of school, the teacher asked me, “What is your name?” 


“Ruby Bedi.” My young voice was loud and clear and heard by all in the classroom. At four I did not know who I was and what I would do, but the one thing I did know was that I must be Ruby Bedi. And on that day, I shed the name given to me at birth forever. This was my first act of free will and my true self ordained this name from within. I didn’t know, but I did know it contained the blueprint, the design, the artwork of who I am and would reflect my unique calling. 


I will begin my story again with the seeds of determination, joy, and exhilaration. A brand-new life! A new opportunity. Another chance to manifest my dream. I am born twice in the same moment.