I’m finding more and more that people love labels. Loooove them. Be they professional, personal, complimentary, derogatory, true or false…they just want you to fit into one. And then they want to paint the owners of said label with a broad brush. But the older I get, the less I fit into any one label and the less I want to label others. I’m starting to think of my life like a passport…stamped with all the experiences I’ve had, the journey only understood after taking in every piece.