Summer of 2026, listening to Rossini after working late, and I just had a revelation.

Years ago, people thought they knew me – and I did not.

Now, at 33, people think they know me – and they do not.

I know me:

• who I was.
• who I am.
• who I want to be.
• who I do not want to be.

And this is, actually, a pretty big deal.

Because many don’t even stop to ask themselves this.

Because it took me years to actually figure this out.