"Reserve Me a Seat at the Identity Table Please"

You think it's only reserved for Teenagers; you think once you hit 21 you're safe; you believe if you've missed it, it won't zero in on you like a pre-programmed missile launcher.

It just has a different name, but it's still the same thing: Menopause, midlife crises, "a phase".

But you know what? It's fun discovering who you are! Every so often I discover, or make peace, with a part of me, and it's liberating. Who I am is much more complex than squeezing me into a suit and telling me I'll be the suit from now on. I wear the suit...the suit never wears me.