jobs, relationships, physical spaces, jeans. Especially jeans.
Actually, it’s not so much that we squeeze ourselves into these things. No, we’re more like plants in that regard. Often things fit perfectly fine to begin with – we’re in the right sized pot, so to speak. But then we grow and suddenly there’s a little pinch here and a little cramped feeling there.
Of course, those feelings can be ignored for a while, but the longer we do, the more we begin to resemble my poor pot plants – our desires squashed, our dreams hemmed in. And the longer we stay in this situation, the more we get used to it. We may feel a little tightness in the chest, but it’s been there for as long as we can remember so, it’s probably normal.
I think we sometimes equate outgrowing things with failure. We say things to ourselves like: ‘Five years ago this job was a dream come true, so why is it that I don’t like it anymore today?’
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