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By: Kate | November 23, 2015

I can pinpoint the exact moment my existential crisis began.


I was about 7 or 8, and was preparing for a school performance, when a family member said to me "just be yourself". I'm sure they were trying to be helpful, but in that moment my innocent child-brain exploded. 


"Be yourself." Well, who is that exactly? I can be quiet or noisy, naughty or nice, friendly or sullen, kind or selfish. And the further I went through life, the worse it got. Blessed with curiosity and an open mind, I scurried down many different paths. I hung out with socialists and anarchists. I embraced the New Age and danced to save the earth (don't ask). I explored my artistic side and dabbled in bohemianism. I read poetry and philosophy and politics...

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