When I was in my mid-20’s, I tried a lot of different jobs in an attempt to see where I ‘fit’. Feeling flaky and insecure, I called my beloved mentor to bemoan this fact but she was on another call. Imagine my angst when her snarky receptionist, upon hearing that I had another new office phone number, responded "Boy, Sandy, I'd better start writing your work number in pencil." Ouch - I really WAS a flake. I hung up and burst into tears. When my mentor called back and heard my tale of woe, she simply and very matter-of-factly said, "Oh sweetie, you're not a flake. You're just a limb dweller."