Tell Me, Am I in a Bind?

Well, I think it's always like this. You get so wrapped up in who you think you are, or what you think your limitations are, and you feel trapped, all balled up, no thread to unravel, just one big ball of non-raveling threads.

But look how colorful they are. Look how complex they seem. And so happy lying next to one another. And really, you just tug on one of those threads, or bands, and POP! it comes off in an instant. POP! there goes another one! POP! POP! And another and another. All you have to do is just be willing to risk being stagnant. Be willing to risk being all tied up. Be willing to sit there and stare your limitations in the eye and say YOU DON'T SCARE ME! Something's bound to snap and shoot you into a whole new ball game. To ricochet you into motion. Go for it!

What would it feel like to not be bogged down, balled up, wrapped tight as a rubberband? To just feel my mane blowing in the wind?