Boxes

We live in a society that tends to categorize things and people into neat boxes. It must be a human thing, because even I, too, live in a box, but at times, the comfort is hindering me.

In elementary school, kids outgrow the sandbox and move to the jungle gym. As adults, there are seasons in our lives that come and go. Some seasons become the box we make a home in. A home fortified with fear, doubt, and insecurity, but somehow the security and comfort that it’s where we belong. There does come a time to leave the nest, as there’s the call to adventure, refinement, and growth.

It’s downright terrifying to leave the box; the way things work, we enter another box. A bigger box, one decorated with possibilities, hopes, and dreams, and the knowledge that you aren’t staying in the box because of fear, doubt, and insecurity, but because you know it’ll be your abode until the following season. 🥖