So often I put myself in a straitjacket.  A provocative word – but I use it to emphasize that I am the one who self-restrains.  Nobody else seems to confine or limit me more than me. And it seems that the older I get, the less free I become. Sometimes, there are many movements I want to freely make, postures to take, or places to go, but I resist desire and instead – follow the “shoulds” of life that bind instead of free me.  Enslaved by my fear, I… Continue reading Straitjacket