We all live in a box.*
Your box could be small, suffocating, and filled with tiny, tiny aspirations. Your box could be the size of Montana, only with less buffalo and more WiFi. Society wants to hand you a one-size-fits-all box, circumscribed by your gender and skin color and sexual orientation… and other things you can’t choose. Or things you can, like religion or occupation or hair color (yes, that’s a choice).
Don’t take the box society hands to you.
Don’t accept the size of the box you’ve inherited from your parents, your social class, your family history and all the tight, beating-on-heart lessons you’ve learned over the years that make you stay in the box… stay in the box… stay in the box.
Make your own.
You might have to beat the hell out of your box to make it bigger. You might have to wrestle with the walls-turned-demons in order to break free.
Do it. Please. For the love of all that’s shiny and good in the world, do it. Because when you grow your box, you’re a lot less likely to try to stuff other people back into theirs.
*Stealing Brené Brown’s analogy from DARING GREATLY
(Brought to you by a guy who tried to put me back in society’s box… sorry, man, not today.)