I know you feel the ‘tug’.
I hope you know that the tug does not have to mean that you submit to it.
The tug is not an invitation to be rash, but to be kind. Kinder still.
The tug is not a push to take a u-turn. It is an invitation to look critically at the path you walk on.
The tug isn’t saying “come here”, it’s saying “look here”; and both of those can mean very different things.
You know, deep down, that this moment would always come, where the clothes won’t fit anymore.
The ask is not to strip and run when this happens. It’s to acknowledge why the clothes won’t fit, and pay homage to the growth that is likely to have happened to get here.
Do not be guilty, because guilt somehow makes you rash, defensive, prone to doing everything in a hurry.
The tug is a rare visitor. Let it in, but when it leaves, do not leave with it.
It has come to show you another world.
And it will leave directions to it too.