I have grappled with the idea of “being good” pretty much all my life. Many of us have. We were told to be good or else…or else, what? Punishment, shame, guilt and ultimately an unhappy life are messages imbedded in this often benign parental or religious threat or admonishment.

My eldest son Kav and I were colouring together. He was about 4 at the time. We were sitting side-by-side and I was happily staying on my own page, meticulously colouring inside the lines while he messily and boldly scrawled colour across his page.

I am a child of the sixties. Born into a family of three, each of us were tightly labeled; the artist, the academic, the tradesman. Would you agree that this was not uncommon for our generation? Or maybe this is still happening. We do love labels.