I have some more serious posts up my sleeve, but I wanted to end The October of the 13 Epiphanies on a lighter note. After all, so far we have touched on emotional abuse, forgiveness, aha! moments in mother-daughter relations that continue after the mother's death, and, yes, human rights and personal democracy. I think it may be about time I signed up for my Righteous Babe t-shirt, or otherwise arrange to be impaled by a unicorn for seeming to be humorless.

So first, a silly little story about self-acceptance, and about how no matter how many times we conquer something, in some areas of our lives the "fixes" aren't permanent. We continue to evolve, which sometimes means finding ourselves back in the spiral of fear and doubt in things we thought we had gotten over.

In my late teens I started exchanging letters with an amazing woman who I connected with immediately. She was my first, and for many years, only, goddess sister. We wrote long letters predicting how glorious our lives would be once we'd reached some magic age (yep, long surpassed, it, still waiting!) and shared what we were learning along the way. We even read Women Who Run With the Wolves at the same time, and she gifted me with a skeleton key that was a sacred symbol from the Bluebeard tale in that book. It still hangs from my rearview mirror.