There were a lot of cracks on the ground where I walked, but I learned to avoid them all.

It was my responsibility, at least that’s what my child logic reasoned after being told, “If you step on a crack, you’ll break your mothers back.” 

Back then, I learned to observe every step. Gone were the days where I could live oblivious to the condition of the ground beneath me, after all, the well-being of someone I loved depended on it.

Throughout the years, I’ve stepped on enough cracks to shake this childhood belief. Even still, once I was implanted with the idea that there could be consequences for where I landed my feet, my feet never landed quite the same again.

While I’ve exercised the capacity to overcome the false beliefs formed by the visible cracks in my childhood, I wonder, how do I overcome the invisible ones?