Sagittarius

The routine you keep defending stopped serving you months ago, but you have been running it anyway because stopping feels like admitting you were wrong to start. Some patterns become prisons that we maintain ourselves, checking the locks each morning out of loyalty to who we used to be. You know which one this is about without me naming it. The cost of keeping it is not just your time but the way it crowds out what wants to grow in its place. What you call consistency might actually be the thing standing between you and the next version of your days.