Sometimes the container feels too small. Everything fits, but there’s no room left to stretch. What once held me perfectly now presses against my edges. I’ve reached the limits, not through failure but through growth itself.
This isn’t about the container being wrong. It served its purpose, gave me structure when I needed it, held me while I developed. But I’ve expanded beyond its boundaries. The space that once felt infinite now feels confining. I can sense myself bumping against invisible walls, not from challenge or resistance, but from simple lack of room.
That’s when I know it’s time for a bigger container. The right one has space for who I haven’t become yet.