We are each put into a box. It’s a box of expectations. It tells us who we “should” be, what we “should” do or “should” say or “should” wear. These expectations have been put into place by society, by our family, and even by ourselves. “Good girls don’t wear that.” “Men can’t enjoy that activity.” “My profession is ___ because that’s what was expected of me.” “I do this because I expect it of myself.” The expectations of the box are base on fears and ignorance. We’re afraid of the road less travelled. We do things we don’t want to do because:  “What could happen to me?” “What will people think?” “I don’t know how to change.” For a long time I didn’t even notice that there was a box, let alone that I was trapped inside it. What happens when you find the box and realize that you simply don’t fit inside of it? What if you want to do that? To be this? To wear that? What if your joy is found OUTSIDE of your box? Right now, I’m looking at my box. I’m studying it. I’m trying to figure it out. I’m noticing where it is holding me back, and I am beginning to push. I am strong, and I’ll keep pushing. Even when it seems the box is too hard to move. Even when I think the whole world is working to keep me inside. I am finding my joy. I am discovering my truth. I am pushing back and breaking out of my box. I’m going to walk away… possibly trampling that damn box a bit first. What’s going to happen then? What happens when you leave behind the broken, useless box, the expectations, and the limits? I’m pretty sure that once you are out of the box, you are free.