I’ve been a high priestess invited into ritual by God herself, and a target of demon slander. I’ve been told by a doctor that I would most certainly die, and die soon, but somehow, like the tiny firefly miracle I am, I’m still here, bloody and alive. I’ve given a billionaire heiress a psychic reading that made her cry in a 500 square foot apartment I could barely afford. I’ve been a scapegoat and a guest of honor, a laughingstock and a highly paid expert. I’ve made many, many mistakes and some really great choices. None of these experiences make me what I am. I decide what I am. I create what I am. Abracadabra.