When people talk about identity what they’re saying is: “This is my story.”
Whether that’s where we came from, what we believe, the food we like or who we have sex with, it’s all part of our story.
For many years I told myself stories like, “I’m not a morning person,” or “I’m an introvert,” or “I can’t write every day,” or “rich people are bad,” or “stopping smoking is hard.”
Worst of all, I told myself I didn’t have anything to add to the world.
But no matter how many times I told myself those silly tales, deep inside I knew they weren’t true. And I was slowly killing myself trying to drown that little voice every time it spoke up to remind me so.
Because the stories we tell ourselves are the fluffy cushions that make our comfort zone so comforting. But they’re also the locks that keep us there.
Luckily, we hold the keys. And it’s never too late to change the story.