That One Shirt in Your Wardrobe
Every wardrobe has that one shirt that uncovers itself after many days, from beneath the pile of new, blot-less clothes and mirrors back the reality to you. The reality that you have been ignoring the most important possession of yours, your health. It just won’t fit anymore.
You reminisce when this was part of your go-to attire. When nothing else looked good on you, nothing else suited you, fitted you, this one shirt always did. And now it doesn’t. As if it never was yours.
It hasn’t changed much. You, on the other hand, have.
So now the choice is yours. You either accept the signal, get back into shape. Or ignore it, pay for the consequences later.
I think it is the same with life. And those forgotten habits, those expressions that had made you look good. That had suited you, defined you.
And that one event that makes you realise you have changed enough that they don’t suit you now.
That’s when you choose.