I watched Bird Box this week, which is certainly worth the time. This became a metaphor for something I think we’re all very good at: building boxes around ourselves.
Then one day we wake up and look at that box, and wonder how we got here. My box is beautiful and I’m very lucky to have it, but this year especially is about punching bigger holes in it to breathe, and removing walls.
This is what my Mother taught me at the end of her life. Don’t be afraid to go.