Limits seem like an end to creativity. They seem like this is all that can be done. Limits are not walls that keep you in. No, limits force you to grow up. Limits fill your life. Limits, rules, foster creative rebellion. If you said I couldn’t do this; that doesn’t mean I can’t do that. I have to stay in this lane, okay, but I am going to sing, or I am going to skip, or I will swing my arms like this. The creative box isn’t death, but a chance to do something outrageous. So, do it.