Sooner or later, we find a place to hide. A place of security or sustenance. A place of safety.
That sort of foundation can give us peace of mind and open the door to possibility.
But, it’s possible that we can turn it into a trap as well.
A situation so perfectly created that we’re stuck. Stuck without forward motion, stuck with a narrative of insufficiency or suffering.
The places we inhabit are external, for sure, based on how the world treats us. But they’re often internally driven as well, a story that felt comfortable for a while. But if that story has created a stable place of ennui, dread or dissatisfaction, it might pay to find someone who can help us see that it’s possible to move on.