Have you ever stopped to won­der just how many iden­ti­ties you’ve embraced through­out your life? Yes­ter­day I found myself wan­der­ing through the aisles of my uni­ver­si­ty’s library, a place I had­n’t vis­it­ed in 17 years since the end of my first degree. As I strolled past the rows of books, I could­n’t help but rem­i­nisce about my past selves: the eager stu­dent, the bicy­cle couri­er, the bud­ding jour­nal­ist. Through­out my life, I have effort­less­ly shed and adopt­ed new iden­ti­ties like a chameleon chang­ing its col­ors. Some­times with­out notic­ing, often with­out think­ing about it. And at times, I may have left behind some iden­ti­ties too hasti­ly, with­out ful­ly appre­ci­at­ing the lessons and expe­ri­ences they offered.