So much of my life I’ve spentsquishing myself into boxesthat were never meant for me…boxes made by other people yes, but mostlythose little boxes I built around mySelf:convinced they were necessaryto feel acceptedto feel lovedto feel only what I was supposed to feel.

Now even the one placethat never felt like one of those boxes beforelately has become one;speaking those words todaywas so hardand I’m afraid I explained badlywhat I meant.It’s one of the boxes I constructed, you see;watching myself trying to be something thatI’m not and never was:that’s justanotherbox.

And so I’m off again,stepping out of the boxes,And trying Life on for size for awhilewithoutthem.

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