A trip to a local zoo at night, gazing upon caged animals. Couldn’t help but be thankful for a house, a bed and no worries of falling off a high branch while sleeping. Feeling trapped is a blessing in disguise. Feeling trapped motivates action. Our creature comforts have trapped us in our own cage, labeled midlife complacency. Go.
PS. Check out those whiskers.
PSS. This post (like most) is just me kicking my own butt.