Growing. The very thought stings. The thought of change, the thought of struggle, and the thought of not being who I am, are all salt on the wound. When we grow, we are telling ourselves that we are not enough. we are denying what has been done; however small, however slight, change is leaving behind what has been done, for something else. Growth is change in the positive direction. It is grasping on to something that is better. Change hurts, but growth is bitter sweet.