Sometimes you battle yourself. You fight your instincts. You go against everything you post on twitter, you ignore you favorite Pinterest boards, you don't listen to your Pandora stations and you try to cram yourself into a little box.
Even though your head's not fitting into the box and your elbow is jamming out one of the corners, you press on determined that you have to be that person your nine year old self thought you'd be. After enough struggling, the box tips over and you fall out with a thump. Realizing you're unharmed, you stand up and brush yourself off.
In stepping out of that box, you take a deep breath of fresh air and realize that all that cramming and jamming doesn't do you much good when you've denied everything your heart is telling you.
So you write. And it flows. And then you think 'maybe I could do this for real? Maybe I shouldn't be afraid of these talents. Maybe sharing them is exactly the thing I need to stretch myself happy.'
What box do you need to bust loose from?