As I was walking, I got to thinking about the stories we tell about ourselves as a way of defining who we are to ourselves and to others. How sometimes we can get attached to a story that isn't really actually our self, but something that we have experienced/are experiencing. If I follow this train of thought too long, I eventually wander off into the land of what is the part of me that's observing me observe these things. But today it was just the observation of attachment to a story. Read more here.