I’m officially at the age where you fall headfirst into wells of deep self-reflection, which means I’ve been examining the pillars that make up my identity. Specifically, I’ve been taking stock of long-held beliefs from childhood and examining how they don’t really fit anymore. I’ve been asking myself these central questions:

Who benefits from me believing these things about myself?

If I’m not the one benefitting, who is? And can I live with that answer?