Kind Of Uncomfortable

The first sip of black coffee. The first run after a lazy winter. The first attempt at saying no when you usually say yes.

They all share the same taste: slightly bitter, a little awkward, sometimes even nauseating. That’s the texture of meaning before it becomes familiar.

Anything worth doing…learning an instrument, starting a business, mending a relationship…doesn’t feel good right away. The muscles of the mind and heart resist the stretch. Our instincts mislabel it as danger when it’s really growth in disguise.

Discomfort isn’t the villain. It’s the doorman. The one who checks your ID at the entrance of all things worthwhile and says, “You sure you’re ready for this?”

So when that unease creeps in, don’t flinch or flee. Sit with it. Try the thing for a while before judging how it feels. The discomfort isn’t a warning. It’s a signpost. It’s a good kind of uncomfortable.

Stay Positive & A Littttttle On Edge