I don’t think inside the box. I don’t think outside the box either. I don’t even know where the box is.

Oh, a box? Honey, I wouldn’t even recognize the thing if it hit me in the face!

I don’t think inside the box, I don’t think outside the box, because—newsflash—I’ve lost the box. I might’ve set it on fire for all I know.

While everyone’s over here obsessing about whether they’re in or out of the box, I’m just doing my thing, living in a world that doesn't even have walls. Y’all can stay debating box size, color, dimensions—meanwhile, I’m out here designing my own reality, far beyond those cardboard confines.

So sure, if you find the box, let me know.
We can have a good laugh about how limited it looks from where I’m standing.

But until then, I’ll be out here, free from the constraints, making moves while everyone else is still trying to figure out which corner of their precious little box they should stand in next.

See you guys 😜

Silvia