I realized I’d lived a life where I had seen a lot of things in this old world, fancy swanky things. But when I touched them, girl, they meant nothing. I realized I let other people write the story of me, or I collaborated and tried to write a story I thought they would love. That never worked. It took me sixty years to figure this out, but realizing that I get to write the story of me this time is profoundly exciting and liberating and just so incredibly cool.