You keep looking back.
Not occasionally — habitually.
The past feels safer than the present.
More certain. More alive.
But here's what you're not admitting:
The past was not as pure as your memory claims.
You're remembering the warmth
and conveniently forgetting the pain.
Nostalgia can become disobedience
when it keeps you from the life that's asking to be lived now.
This week, name what you miss.
Then name what you're conveniently forgetting.
The relationship that also drained you.
The season that also frustrated you.
The version of you that was also stuck.
Honour what was good.
But don't let memory become a reason to refuse what's next.