We had a diaper shipment delivery last week, and Jason decided to cut out a "window" out for Ethan and give him room to explore and play. He wasn't too sure about it at first. He hesitated crawling in, so for a while he just played on the outside.
We even put Fenway inside for some extra fun! Don't worry, he was only in there for a few seconds...Fenway wasn't a fan.
So we put a few of his favorite toys inside, and he quickly surpassed his hesitated and climbed in. Surprisingly? He was just as happy inside the box as he was outside the box.
The inside of our boxes are familiar, they're filled with things we know, things we love, things we are comfortable with. What's wrong with staying inside our box once in a while? What's wrong with keeping our thoughts centered on things we know, things we love, and things we are comfortable with? Isn't it just as enjoyable to spend a little bit of time inside our boxes without worrying about what we are missing on the outside?
Of course, the outside of our boxes has lots to offer too, although can we classify it as "better?" Is is always better to be thinking outside our boxes?