Do you ever feel boxed in? Helpless? Paralyzed? Trapped?
When you feel boxed in, what do you do? Does it help to think outside the box? Or is staying in the box more safe and comfortable than venturing outside of it?
Do any of my photos from yesterday make you feel boxed in?
Michael’s meals, if there were ever any left-overs, would make a great box lunch.
Last week, when I was boxed in by many cars on my way to work, I received these messages from fellow boxed-in commuters who were using the traffic app Waze:
Why is traffic always so bad with 1/2 inch of water. Shoot me.
Good morning from hell on earth.
As usual, I felt less boxed in, knowing I was not alone. Hell on earth is not as bad when you have company.
Lately, Michael and I have been doing the box step and other dance steps with each other twice a week, thinking outside the box as we take turns choosing what music to dance to. This was Michael’s outside-the-box choice from last week:
I wish I could write lyrics like that. I may be boxed in by less song-writing experience and talent than Richard Thompson, but I’ll keep trying. That’s the way to get out of whatever box you’re in — keep trying and keep boxing your way out.
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Boxed-up thanks to all who helped me box together today’s boxed-in post and more boxes of thanks — of course! — to YOU.