Wow, what a set of questions. Some of these issues I've worked on, like not being defined by my story.
But I repeatedly find myself stalled at exactly this point of trying to figure out who I *really* am. I've stumbled along for years cleaning up addictions and getting straight with life. I've grappled with anger and forgiveness and acceptance of the past.
I feel like I've gone into a room and cleared away all the crap. But now what do I want to put in it? It's not fear of who I am that's my obstacle, it's an absence of finding anyone there at all once I dump the junk. And what makes me saddest of all is I'm beginning to think it's getting too late to ever figure it out in time for it to matter.
Work like you don't need the money;
dance like no one is watching;
sing like no one is listening;
love like you've never been hurt;
and live life every day as if it were your last.