Finding youself, maybe; then what?

If you were asked, or rather tasked with telling someone "This is who I am" and "this is what I believe I am", what would your answer be?
At one time, it was the "in thing" to go looking for oneself, or yourself. Mothers left homes, as did fathers to go look for themselves' No one, it seemed, knew who they were. Many of those are still looking and as always, in all those 'wrong places'...
Finding yourself is an inner journey and search; who knows if the self that you will find will be a happy surprise or an unpleasant revelation; perhaps champagne or medicines to help you cope...
Perhaps this is why most of us just shuffle along day by day without rocking our psychological boats by asking just who are we, or what are we meant to be doing with our lives that intuitively we feel is not quite right...
It's a challenge to stop and actually make the effort to think. Many tend to simply scurry about trying to be busy and accomplishing daily mundane tasks because, like a mountain, they are there. But if we weren't doing this, what else would/ should be doing? Do we dare even ask...it's a big risk if you go in search of yourself, right?
We'd all hate to find ourselves and then realize that we weren't worth knowing.
Then there is the question of where you should start looking for yourself. Forget the bars, the clubs or porno sites or the circus. How about Tibet? Or is it OK to just go for a walk in some woods or a jungle after you land in the Amazon and hope that you'll meet yourself on the way back from; perhaps go out to pick up a pizza and never be seen nor heard from again...you never know...
Or you will find yourself on the gut wrenching end og a bungee rope, You know, half way down, doing some soul searching and not just asking yourself, "WTF am I doin'!", and suddenly realizing that you're not the alpha athletic type after all?
The onerous process of finding yourself seems to mean abandoning your spouse, relatives and children for a carefree life. More time to think; to contemplate your navel while sitting naked in some mud or in a field of flowers, maybe?
If your immediate family are holding you back, ditch them! Remember when this bright and selfish idea was popular, back when it was oh, so popular, from the book,"How I Found Freedom In An Unfree World"...
I wonder how many husbands left so many wives and visa-versa, after reading it...
There's a catch though, to simply leaving...you have to take yourself with you.
Hell, if the self you finally 'find' or 'discover' is not so bravely desirable after all, you can always blame the self that you brought along for the ride or if you don't want to find that 'real' you, don't waste the time or effort when you can so easily create a new you from the latest popular movie character...until the next one opens at a theater near you...ummm, Vin Diesal...Lady Gaga....