People ask, “What’s your name?” like it’s some kind of final answer. Today, I go by Devin. Tomorrow? Who knows—maybe Jasper, or The Mysterious Entity Formerly Known as Devin. Names are fun like that. Swappable, like hats at a costume party. But here’s the kicker: does changing your name change your you-ness? If I call myself a cactus but still dream in code and caffeine, am I still Devin? Are you still you without the name stitched on your coffee cup? Maybe being true to ourselves isn’t about holding onto a label, but knowing when to wear it lightly—and when to toss it in the air just to see where it lands.