Do you know an Out Of The Box Thinker? Chances are you do, you just didn’t know what to call it. Perhaps bizarre or eccentric or just plain odd. Marches to the beat of a different drummer. Square peg in a round hole. You know the drill. They’re the ones who have a different perspective, who are considered just a bit…off. The creative ones. The complex ones.
A is one of those. He not only thinks outside of the box, he climbs upon it and declares to the world that the box is stupid and boring and really only good for climbing and declaring. I am learning to respect that.
I am…sigh…not an Out Of The Box Thinker. I am safely ensconced inside my box. It’s warm and comfy there. I have pillows and warm blankies and books and wine and fine dark chocolate. I’m safe there. But…sometimes it’s stuffy and claustrophobic.
My oldest son is coaxing me out of my box. Slowly.
My box in recent years has gotten smaller and stuffier and more boring. So I’m starting to leave it, just a little bit at a time, if only in my mind.
Who says I have to replace my aging minivan with another one, just because I have kids? Maybe I’d like a sporty SUV instead.
Who says I should keep XYZ, just because I’ve always had them?
Who says I have to wear the clothes I do, keep the routine I do, live the life I’ve had?
What if I want to…gasp!…change? Live a life so out of the box that people wonder what has happened to me?
Change is good, change is difficult, change can be wonderful.
A is making me an Out Of The Box Thinker, Beginner Level. He’s advanced, black belt. But he’s a good teacher, and I’ll learn. And you can’t help but change when you leave the box.
Wish me luck.