My spin instructor kept screaming at us all throughout the class, “STAY UNCOMFORTABLE”
As if we needed the reminder.
My legs felt like they were about to detach themselves and pass out on the floor and my sweat glands were tapping me on the shoulder asking when they could take a break.
Comfort, I’ve noticed, is pretty darn nice. There’s nothing like coming home from a long exhausting day of flirting with your oversized to-do list and putting on a pair of fuzzy pajama pants and having a really long drawn out date night with your couch cushions. Just like it feels pretty nice to wrap yourself around a solid routine.
Comfort, i’ve learned, only happens after you’re uncomfortable with something or someone for some time.
I often think about the times I’ve felt the most uncomfortable
It’s typically when I don’t know – something or someone.
When I’m in a conversation about a topic i’ve never heard about before or asked a question that I don’t know the proper way to answer on the spot. Or when I’m floating in a room filled with people I’ve never met before, who all know each other.
After any of those situations expire, after it’s all over, the comfort starts to sink in. The thought of, “wow, I just survived this. I just made it out okay.”
I suppose that’s all we need to know to make it through a situation that terrifies us. That has us releasing ounces of stress sweat and gets us all shaken up. Everything ends eventually and when it does, comfort comes and slaps us back into place.
Stay uncomfortable. Stay uncomfortable. Stay uncomfortable.