This isn’t a mom blog. But it is. Yet it isn’t. Believe it or not, I really am this indecisive!

But let me start by talking about boxes. Not physical boxes. The figurative boxes we put people into. This is really just a mental shortcut, an easy and effortless way to organize the world around us. But it oversimplifies things and misses the details that make all the difference.

Growing up, I was always put into boxes, boxes that were far from accurate. But I went along because I was afraid of revealing my true colors. Of letting people get close. Until college. I remember when I was selecting which one to attend. I was constantly drawn to the material of the one I ultimately chose. There was a student talking about thinking outside the box. Their response? “What box?” I wanted to go there. Then I took it a…