The version of you that saved you may not be the version that you are meant to stay in.

Lately, I've been asking myself a question:

How do you know when you've simply outgrown a version of your life?

For a while I thought I was tired.

Tired of my job.

Tired of the everyday routine.

Tired of carrying too much.

But the more honest I became with myself, the more I realized that wasn't entirely true.

I still have dreams

I still have goals

I still care deeply

Maybe the life I'm trying to build no longer aligns with the life I'm currently living.

Part of me is already somewhere else.

The other part is still here.

I think that's where the tension begins.

Mind, body and soul are no moving in the same direction.

Enduring no longer feels safe, it feels suffocating.

Now expansion, growth and alignment is the goal.

But it's blinding by the lie that something that once helped us get through, we owe it our forever.

Gratitude and growth can coexist.

We can appreciated a chapter of our life and still know it's no longer where we belong.

I realize as I write this that maybe that's where I find myself now.

Standing somewhere in between.

Perhaps one of the bravest things we can do is recognize when something is no longer aligned with us.

Not just a job, but friendships, relationships, places and versions of ourselves.

We weren't born to spend our lives enduring.

We were born to grow, to create, to love.

Maybe the question isn't:

How much longer can I endure this?

But rather:

What would happen if I finally listened to myself?