We love our excuses. They provide us all the reasons we need not to be or not to do something. Your disempowering stories about your life prove that no one should expect you to be able to do something based on past events and the all-too-handy labels society provides for you, should you accept them. We keep the story alive because it absolves us of responsibility to be something more or do something more, something bigger, something more significant. How long will you define yourself by what you can’t do because something happened in the past, or you allowed someone to provide you with an identity based on something they believe – and something you could easily reject?