Before you say who I am,I must first find myselffreedfrom the bad adviceand flattering applause,of sideline voicesand those inside my head.Cross currents of agendasand wind-chilling judgements.To reconcile inward discordand outward appearances.This is not for the faint-hearted,assailed by the unrelenting elementsof wind and tide,until all that is leftis,what remains.Only then can Ibebe- comingme.