Talking to a friend today, I was struck by her telling me that she is in Chapter 3 of her life. I couldn't resist telling her that I was still in the Prologue, but even while I was being a smart-ass, I was thinking that I could indeed break my life into several chapters.
The Unheeding: wherein I ate, drank and learned
The All-knowing: wherein I skipped through youth and adolescence
The Mistaken: wherein I hit the age of 22, panicked because I was not married yet à la Seventeen magazine, studied the prospects and chose the most needy
The Unheeding (2): wherein I did my best to live in a cocoon, exiting only to take care of my children and to buy or borrow books
The Blossoming: wherein I realized that I had some value, and determined not just to look for a better life, but to grab it, shake it silly and emerge a flashy butterfly
The Untrammelled Growing: wherein I repositioned myself, fell in love, built a fine relationship that favoured me, my partner, my children and practically anyone I came across, and relearned what joy was all about.