I am 46 years old, once divorced, financially insecure, grieving the unexpected loss of my mother and content (at the moment).

I have also been 17, never married, and wildly in love after swearing off high school boys, much like Cher Horowitz.

21, severely depressed and escaping abroad.

25, newly married, and feeling stable for the first time since childhood.

28, devastated, and facing a self-inflicted ultimatum I never anticipated.

32, wide-eyed and awake, on the path toward greater spiritual, emotional, mental, and physical health.

38, waist-deep in the unknown, yet feeling limitless and deeply supported.

44, witnessing the collapse of everything that meant anything to me through no fault or control of my own.

There is no single chapter of my life that defines me.