Comfort Seeker

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.

Sound normal?

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.

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.

 

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