Friction

Growth hasn’t been graceful for me. It’s been uncomfortable, full of friction, like wearing a version of myself that no longer fits but being scared to take it off. Sometimes, I feel like I’m dragging old habits and outdated beliefs behind me, even when I know they’re slowing me down. I wish I could say I welcomed change. But truthfully, I fight it. I resist, even when I know better. And yet, somehow, the struggle itself teaches me something. Every time I outgrow a version of myself, even if it’s messy, it means I’ve moved. I’ve shifted. That has to mean something.

• Growth
• Change
• Struggle