When I was 10 years old my mom and dad went out for the evening and I was put in charge of babysitting my younger brothers and sister. There were 4 of us. It was dark outside and we were getting ready for bed when suddenly there was a knock on the front door. Who was it? There was no peephole and we looked back and forth at one another. We whispered little questions like “do you know who it is?” “was someone supposed to come over?” “what if it’s a murderer?” Our body language and big eyes perpetuated the story that there was something to be afraid of… Tune in for the rest of the story, and a few thoughts on how we create the stories that propel us forward or hold us back.