I’ve always been a sucker for a chivalrous gentleman. But somewhere along the way, I learned there’s a difference between offering to rescue someone and deciding they aren’t allowed to rescue themselves. It took meeting my husband to finally understand why one felt like chivalry—and the other never did.

I’ve always admired extraordinary women—the ones who seem to have lived several lives, chased countless dreams, and collected accomplishments along the way. But recently, I realized something: I’ve never looked at my own life with the same generosity. Maybe the difference isn’t what we’ve accomplished, but the way we choose to see our own stories.