Why is it that we limit ourselves? We stay close to the familiar. We keep to ourselves. Why is that? Why is it that we don't take the opportunity of the open road? I want to fly! I want to run! I want to jump into the river and ride it all the way to mother sea. But I don't. Even my escape plan for the day--my chance to get away and have "me" time takes me only a few blocks away....but even as I am wanting to move...even as I frustratingly bang my fists on the metaphorical door, screaming to get out, to change, to be done...I can't. I won't. My feet do not move.