THE BOX
While 90s nostalgic posts are imminent in this blog, the box I speak of today is not about music; on the one hand, it’s about the norm. As a Jupiter native, I’ve always been far from that, and for a good reason: it’s humdrum. For someone like me, monotony is tiring and uninspiring; it extinguishes the fire within, preventing me from functioning at my highest potential.
As 30 fastly approaches, I haven’t the time to operate below where I know I could be. In fact, that isn’t operating at all, but settling; settling in another person’s world, in another’s box, knowing good and well we don’t tick to their clock. We’re not in sync; therefore, we don't think similarly. Is this familiar to anyone other than me? Being among people who don’t get you but attempt to label you or play down what you do, making it seem simplistic.
On the other hand, if blundered, boxes can bind, block and box. They can prevent us from moving in our designed direction and can manifest as a multitude of things: emotions, thoughts, patterns, and even people if we let them. One can only keep Jack in a box for so long before he extracts and puts them on a shelf where they belong. So the key is to utilize and manage boxes properly.
On the road to recovery of any kind, recognizing a problem indicates that we are closer to healing than continued harm. Identify your box and your place with it; is it holding you? Or are you holding the box? If it’s holding you, extract, Jack! If you’re holding it, subtract! I mean acknowledging and decluttering; there’s no room for what we need in life the longer we hold on to things we don’t. It’s unhealthy and limiting because we cease to be our best when we don’t feel our best.
Toss out the irrelevant and irreparable; they only make the coming chapters on your journey harder and heavier; so, in the words of Badu, ‘…PACK LIGHT!’
