“You can’t sing.”

“You don’t write well.”

“Our family isn’t athletic.”

“You’ll never make it as an artist.”


Something a teacher told us,

Something a parent said,

Something a random stranger pointed out--


we decided to hold on to it,

to incorporate it into our identity.


Maybe it was the way your mother cleaned the house,

the way your father mixed a drink every night,

the expectation of perfection,

or being told to hide who you were.


True or not,

real or imagined

holding on to it may or may not be helpful.


What are you holding on to?


What if you let go

and created a new identity?