Tanked!

This would be a good title for my unwritten memoir. Mark Nepo, in The Book of Awakening, writes about observing some fish taken from their tank to the bathtub while their tank was being cleaned. The fish stayed together in a small space the size of their tank as though held by an invisible, tank-sized world view. That's how I've learned to live, in a safe and acceptable way of being. Placed in an unbounded world, I stay within the boundaries set for me long ago. Is it too late to get out of the tank?