The Messy, Self-Loving Art of Pivoting

plus a couple books I've loved

I am someone who reinvents myself. That hasn’t always been a good thing. Or maybe it has. Why do we, as humans, feel the need to say something is good or bad?

When I was born, my birth certificate read Janet Anastasia Selby. My father’s last name, though he wasn’t there for my birth, nor for most of my life. My grandmother’s first name. My mom had chosen Anastasia for my middle name, after the doomed Russian princess who was neither dead nor alive.