fences in our minds

Randy Praush said the brick walls are not there to stop you but to see how much you want what is on the other side. I can agree with that. It was a great visual for me in my mind and life. But what about the fences in my mind?
I put some up for safety...if someone crosses some line, they are dangerous and must be avoided or put out. I erect some fences to keep that sense of self. As a woman, it is so easy to become someone's mom, a sturdy, dependable employee, an extension of my significant man, my sister's sibling... So I preserve that piece of myself by a crooked and weaving fence.
I carefully craft the fence of political persuasions with that ever changing fence as I respond to new information and the wisdom that comes with aging. The fence of stonewalling might fit here. As is that "line in the sand" type fence.
But sometimes the fences make for stagnation or fear. I put up an occasional fence that I am afraid to go past. The otherside of some fences are not about greener on the other side, but about blackness. Or is it about unknown? I build some fences that lock me into a place I won't go past. Making limitations on my life and choices. How do I make sure my fences are about goodness, not fearsomeness?
I read somewhere that vision plus consistent action equals freedom. Are my fences connected with the visions of what I want? Are my fences allowing me to have consistency in my actions? A good fence allows for freedom inside and outside. That's what I need to keep checking on. Let's not even start with the mending fences thing.....:)