Growing pains

Repeatedly, I hit the wall. Constant reminder of the small space I have occupied and now no longer fit.  Hitting that wall is not a gentle exercise, it’s thrashing your entire body against a hard, steel metal that towers imposingly. It refuses to budge an inch, at first.  And it hurts. 

 

But slowly and slowly, inch by inch, the wall moves, further and further.

 

The pain still exists, with a faint comfort of familiarity.