Skip this post if you’re not into touchy-feely-navel-gazing. I have been struggling to find a new image, a new “me”, for the past few years. I discovered that I needed to define myself outside my closest relationships. Why? Because a lot of things that turned out to be central to my identity, vanished. My career as a dance teacher ended abruptly because of injury and both parents died within a few years of each other. I hadn’t realised how much my life and decisions unconsciously revolved around these things until they were gone. How? This has been much more difficult. I found myself looking backward to what I wanted to be…