Taurus
One pain is lessened by another's anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.
William Shakespeare
The promise that has grown heavy in your hands was made by a version of yourself who could not see what keeping it would actually require day after day. You feel the weight most clearly in the small moments when honoring it means choosing the harder path, again, when your body wants to turn toward what feels easier. But there is something in the steady repetition of choosing the promise anyway that changes the promise itself. What felt like constraint becomes the shape your life grows into, not around. The heaviness transforms into something else entirely, though you cannot name what that something else is until you are already living inside it.