Discomfort & Risk & Change, Oh My!
I was reading yesterday morning about how someone else’s discomfort will not kill you, and I realized my own discomfort wouldn’t kill me, either. But oh, I do avoid it like it might.
Better safe than sorry, right? Well, no.
I’ve lived safely in a number of ways over my 40+ years, and here’s what I can tell you from my own ‘safety/comfort first’ motto: Yes, I am safe. And I am sorry. I am sorry about all the colours not added to this life because risks were given a wide berth, possibilities were left on the shelf, and new doorways given only the briefest of glances. I had to keep my heart safe, you see. Protect my ego. Maintain my comfort.
But there is another lesson (it seems to always be unfolding in some way or another): I can still change. There is still breath in these lungs, thoughts in this head, dreams in this heart. I can seize however many more present moments I have left and take a risk, overthrow the rule of my discomfort, make some changes, have failures and hurts and frustrations … and look back when further down the road, knowing I did my best, leaving regrets and ‘What if --?”s in the dust.
In short, I can keep choosing to be brave.