Morphing

I've been thinking a lot lately about change and transformation. About how we shed and don different roles throughout our lives.
I suspect -- or I guess more accurately I should say, I hope -- that my very final role in life will be a colorful local eccentric. Kind of a wizzened cross between Linda Hunt, Truman Capote and Oscar Wilde. A kindly old uncle given to long winded anecdotes and occasional inappropriate public behavior (both exacerbated by drink.) I'll probably carry a walking stick. Often greatly loved, sometimes merely tolerated.
But here's the thing, I have at least one, and probably two or three personas to go through before getting there. And I haven't a clue what they are.
If it's clear to everyone but me, and you know the answer, please let me know!