Box of Fear

Yesterday, over breakfast, I told my husband about the “box of fear” and the morning when I realized: I can’t move. No matter which way I turn, there is something blocking me.

These are challenging times – and lately, I’ve been feeling a very strong urge to … leave where I am. To get into the car and start moving.

Where are you going, Amy?

I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know.

I pull my car to the end of the driveway and I can’t decide which way to turn. Left toward town and my favorite cafe, my yoga studio? Or right, toward t…