I wish I could say that I have had experiences where thinking outside the box has allowed me to rescue someone or to create an extraordinary invention. To start with, my “box” is not the traditional sort of “box” that everyone seems to have. Some people are just gifted with the circumstances that allow them to do something extraordinary. My situations are much more simple, much more reserved; it is how I live my life day to day. There are certain things I like to do everyday. While I do not have a literal schedule or to-do-list, I definitely have one constantly in my head.
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So for me, reaching outside my “box” can be doing something that someone else may find mundane, but for me it is not the norm. I mentioned before that I like to have a routine, and sometimes I take it a little too seriously. Most every teenage girl enjoys shopping to some extent and would love for their guardian to take them to a shop. I am not very fond of things being sprung up on me, even if those things are super fun trips to malls. Because of that I schedule my shopping trips, to my mother’s aggravation.
Even when I go on a family vacation to a resort on the Yucatan Peninsula, I am inclined to stay in my own ways. I am a huge bookworm and in the years past, I have taken up to six books to read when we go stay for a week. I read them all, but that requires me to just lounge by the pool area or the ocean, and only go in the water once an hour. I am totally okay with that; it is within my “box,” after all. So when my dad announced that he had booked us an excursion to go traversing through the jungle, I was more concerned on how I was going to finish all my books with my schedule being thrown off in such a way. Tramping along dirt paths in the jungle was something I was not used to doing, though I had read about it a bunch. I would finally open the lid and climb out of my “box” in this jungle.
The excursion took us to a huge pyramid in the middle of a clearing. The pyramid is called Nohoch Mul, in Coba. It was about 140 feet high. The bottom step is about 30 feet long. There are 120 steps and they ranged from a foot to about a foot and a half between them. They are quite uneven. There is not a handrail or anything to hold onto, there is just one rope in the middle of the staircase separating people going up or down. In my frenzy to climb the pyramid, I noticed none of this. I just saw a pyramid and thought it would be cool to climb it and tell people about it later. I went to the bottom and started walking up the staircase. I only made it about two steps before I realized I could not just rush up to the top. After considering the pyramid from the base, I grasped that I would need some assistance in reaching the zenith. With my dad in tow, I climbed to the peak and gazed out onto the treetops below and saw other pyramids peeking out from the canopy.
I never dreamed I would ever climbed a pyramid; it certainly was not on my internal schedule that vacation. In doing so, I successfully sprouted out of my “box,” and since then I have been more willing to do more adventurous things that I would have otherwise never seriously considered. For instance, I am attending a rather large out-of-state school when before my preferences were the exact opposite: local and small. I successfully broadened my horizons during that trip and am better for it.
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