My brain requires me to feel like I am constantly getting better even the most miniscule amount every day. I thrive when I am learning and growing. It fills me with joy and makes me feel like I am alive. I appreciate every breath, step, sight like with eyes of a vampire when I am learning and growing mode.
But one area of my life I have not grown in until recently was being uncomfortable. I am looking for data for comfort levels and procrastination, so pretend I share some great data right here. I believe procrastination or stagnation in life or daily routines come more from our desire to not be uncomfortable. We want our bodies to feel at ease, we want the easiest route to the desired outcome but in our desires to not be uncomfortable at all, we have lost something. I don't know if its fear of the unknown, fear of pain, lack of will of our ancestors, to move forward and conquer the unknown.
Moving over 900 miles away from my family is uncomfortable, not seeing my daughter every day is uncomfortable, missing daily interactions with my Suge (first and only grandchild, only mildly bragging) is uncomfortable. But stepping through my comfort zone and proving to myself that I can be and see the world, makes it Uncomfortably wonderous for my soul.
I believe our limited radius of modus operandi creates ignorance. You don't know what you don't know. Watching a Youtube video doesn't make you WOKE. But a true change of heart comes from seeing someone else as equal as a person despite what pre-judgments we may have. I am expanding my M.O. to a new city, new animals and bugs, new plants, new people, new languages.
So, what makes you uncomfortable?
COVID has brought out our best and worst traits. We can grow and learn more from the worst of ourselves more than the best.
My scale has not seen a healthy weight recently because I love food. I find joy in cooking, learning a new skill in the kitchen, and I have begun recipes that I always thought I could not possibly do. That's for those chefs over there but not me. And I have been working very specifically on this. I have made a risotto that would have made Gordon Ramsey not chuck it in the trash. I have grilled steaks, pork, and chicken. And no one died or got sick from under or overcooking.
I also cannot lose weight because I cannot get enough worthwhile exercise. Exercise is uncomfortable, it hurts the joints, struggle to breathe, muscle ache for days, sweaty, I don't have the right shoes, I blah, blah, blah, insert any millions of reasons why. Time has been in abundance since March to work out more. I used the excuse 'the stores were sold out of weights'. Therefore it's not my fault that I have not been getting my arms in shape.
The truth is uncomfortable, I chose not to grab a gallon of water or cans of veggies to add a little weight to my exercises. (Found one 4lb weight and a 5lb ball, #fivebelowemergency. So every time I get fidgety, I do two sets of 15 reps.) If I don't want cottage cheese underarms from hell, I gotta move them more.
Quote by Mahatma Gandhi: “Be the change that you wish to see..."
Change is uncomfortable, Growth is uncomfortable, Love is uncomfortable.
Let's make the world a little more uncomfortable.
But one area of my life I have not grown in until recently was being uncomfortable. I am looking for data for comfort levels and procrastination, so pretend I share some great data right here. I believe procrastination or stagnation in life or daily routines come more from our desire to not be uncomfortable. We want our bodies to feel at ease, we want the easiest route to the desired outcome but in our desires to not be uncomfortable at all, we have lost something. I don't know if its fear of the unknown, fear of pain, lack of will of our ancestors, to move forward and conquer the unknown.
Moving over 900 miles away from my family is uncomfortable, not seeing my daughter every day is uncomfortable, missing daily interactions with my Suge (first and only grandchild, only mildly bragging) is uncomfortable. But stepping through my comfort zone and proving to myself that I can be and see the world, makes it Uncomfortably wonderous for my soul.
I believe our limited radius of modus operandi creates ignorance. You don't know what you don't know. Watching a Youtube video doesn't make you WOKE. But a true change of heart comes from seeing someone else as equal as a person despite what pre-judgments we may have. I am expanding my M.O. to a new city, new animals and bugs, new plants, new people, new languages.
So, what makes you uncomfortable?
COVID has brought out our best and worst traits. We can grow and learn more from the worst of ourselves more than the best.
My scale has not seen a healthy weight recently because I love food. I find joy in cooking, learning a new skill in the kitchen, and I have begun recipes that I always thought I could not possibly do. That's for those chefs over there but not me. And I have been working very specifically on this. I have made a risotto that would have made Gordon Ramsey not chuck it in the trash. I have grilled steaks, pork, and chicken. And no one died or got sick from under or overcooking.
I also cannot lose weight because I cannot get enough worthwhile exercise. Exercise is uncomfortable, it hurts the joints, struggle to breathe, muscle ache for days, sweaty, I don't have the right shoes, I blah, blah, blah, insert any millions of reasons why. Time has been in abundance since March to work out more. I used the excuse 'the stores were sold out of weights'. Therefore it's not my fault that I have not been getting my arms in shape.
The truth is uncomfortable, I chose not to grab a gallon of water or cans of veggies to add a little weight to my exercises. (Found one 4lb weight and a 5lb ball, #fivebelowemergency. So every time I get fidgety, I do two sets of 15 reps.) If I don't want cottage cheese underarms from hell, I gotta move them more.
Quote by Mahatma Gandhi: “Be the change that you wish to see..."
Change is uncomfortable, Growth is uncomfortable, Love is uncomfortable.
Let's make the world a little more uncomfortable.
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