Identity Crisis It's been a bit of a strange fortnight. I quit my job and I finish at the end of the month. I know most people would think that's crazy at a time when so many people are losing their jobs thanks to the economic mess we are in. And maybe it is. I only know that the longer I stay there, the more my mental health will suffer and it is long past time to go. So who am I now? I have done the same job for the past 21 years and trained to do it for 3 years before. That's a sizeable portion of my #life! I've learned to define myself by my job. I suddenly feel as if I'm floundering for a name. So it is time to think about who I am in a different way. What do I actually do? Well first of all I'm a mum and a wife but they don't really define me except as who I am to other people. I am so many things I don't know how to choose one and say 'that's me'. I'm a bad knitter, a mediocre cook, a reluctant taxi driver, an optimistic gardener... I am a writer.