Can I let you in on a little secret? I didn’t use to know who I was. That’s right. My identity was like plasticine- soft, malleable and at the mercy of the hands of others. I couldn’t have told you who I was, as it depended on a vast array of ever- changing circumstances, the people around me and the mood of the day. I was fragile as glass, and had never once considered what it meant to be the authentic me. Let me ask you a question: who are you? Please don’t tell me what you do- important as it [...]