There is an old story…
Five idiots walk into a town. They are carrying a boat on their heads and they are nearly dying under the weight of it.
“What are you doing with that boat?” ask the town’s people.
“We cannot abandon this boat. Without it we would have died. This boat made it possible for us to cross from that shore to this one. We would have been eaten by wild animals if not for this boat. We will never leave it. We are forever indebted to it for helping us.”
Are all boats dangerous? No, but they are if you continue to carry them around on your head for the rest of your life.
What is your boat?
What has helped you make the crossing but now you’re still carrying it on your head? Anger? Sadness? Indignation? A bad habit? Fear? Avoidance?