I walk into a box. It is too small for me. My shoulders brush the walls when I spin around. I can not make big movements. I have to shrink to fit and feel even slightly comfortable in this space.
I have been in the box for a while now. I adjust to the walls and the security they provide. The box may not be comfortable, but it’s predictable.
One day, the box feels less comfortable. Something has changed. I think the box…
