Remember that time you took a job you hated just because it paid the bills? That’s a branch. Maybe it’s a bit twisted, but it still got you to the sun for a while. My friend Sarah once moved to a new city for a guy. They broke up in three months.
She thought that branch had snapped. But guess what? That crooked branch led her to a pottery class where she met her best friends. Every branch has a purpose, even the ones that look a little ugly from the ground.
Pruning isn’t failure—it’s growth
Let’s be real: not every branch survives. You’ve had to cut ties with people, let go of dreams that weren’t yours anymore, or stop a hobby that drained you. I had to prune my own branch when I quit the local book club because they only read thrillers and I wanted romance novels.
It felt petty, but it freed up time for what I actually loved. Pruning stings, but it lets the rest of the tree breathe and grow stronger. You don’t have to keep every branch alive—just the ones that give you shade.
