I don’t want to be comfortable.
I want to be comfortable.
Am I bipolar? No. (I just Googled the signs and symptoms.) I am not bipolar.
Nor am I just conflicted.
I fall somewhere in the realm of normal – I think.
I don’t want to be comfortable. I don’t want to stay where I am. I want to grow and develop and change for the better.
As I’m making these changes I don’t want it to hurt. I want my efforts to be rewarded with comfort.
Ya, I thought so.
Nobody likes pain. Everybody likes success.
There’s a problem…rarely does success happen without some sort of pain.
But maybe there is no problem. Maybe pain is a good thing? Maybe it’s a motivator. An indicator.
Maybe I’m crazy?
Maybe comfort is the enemy. Maybe in my quest for comfort I do things, say things that aren’t beneficial in the end. Maybe I lie a little – a white lie – so somebody doesn’t think I’m a jerk. Maybe I eat that double quarter-pounder with cheese in the car because I just can’t allow myself to hunger until I get home to my salad fixings. Maybe I put off grocery shopping for my family while I sit at the computer and pontificate on making wise choices…(I’m actually doing that right now truth be told.)
So today I want to get out of my comfort zone and let myself feel a little pain. Maybe just maybe I’ll enjoy a little success.