Have you ever had your identity – who you thought you were – ripped from you in such a way that you lost all sense of who you were? Maybe you were blindsided by a divorce or terminated from a job, whereby who you were and the life you were living immediately changed?
Several minutes before, I knew who I was – a homeless bum on the streets – but at least it was an identity. Now, I wasn’t sure who I’d become. It was as if the Joe I knew had become an anonymous life form, ready to be shaped like a handful of Play-Doh.
I thought back to how long I’d gone through life seemingly sure of my purpose. My years spent in college and my dreams of how I was going to do great things – and possibly change the world – and do so profitably. Did I choose ...