Breaking free of what other people think. Removing opinion and judgement from the journey by way of identifying with the truer self and not what's been painted into place. In the mid 90's called me an artist. 25 years later I'm not sure his assessment was true. Although I changed my life to become what needed to be lived up to, in looking over my shoulder the weirdness I was and still am doesn't convince me that all of this is about being what another person called me. And I'm not alone. Who are you and who put you in those pair of shoes?