I think nearly every one of has a secret desire to be something we’re not – an identity that’s way grander than our everyday one. Wouldn’t we enjoy heading out in the morning being greeted by a smiling neighbor waving a copy of the Wall Street Journal with our daily stock tips on page one? Or maybe a doorman ushers us to a waiting limo as adoring fans beg us to autograph copies of our latest best-seller. My secret desire?