I used to hate the name Raymond.
Hate, as in hate hate hate. Â Maybe it was that creepy kid Raymond from 8th grade. Â Maybe it was….oh, who knows.
The point is, if I’d made a list of all 50,000 names on Nameberry in order of how much I liked them, Raymond, would have been down there at number 49,999.
And then, something happened, something equally mysterious. Â I began to like Raymond. Â Then even to love it.