The Fear of Healing

Time and time again, as I scroll social media, I’m confronted by the concept that there is version of me on the other side of incredible discomfort.

Getting out of bed is uncomfortable because it’s cold.
Getting in the car is comfortable because it’s warm.
Getting in the pool is uncomfortable because it’s cold.
Getting out of the pool is comfortable because the exercise is done.

Eating horrendous amounts of food (my vice; my struggle) is comfortable, but it often ends with discomfort. In this sense, Thanksgiving was my enemy.

I justify, I suppress, and I say, I’ll figure it out over the rest of my life.

The version of me who doesn’t overeat is on the other side of a version of discomfort I haven’t dealt with yet.

The version of me who can dance is on the other side of a discomfort in spending money and time on dance lessons.

The version of me who is an author is on the other side of a discomfort in writing a book that isn’t perfect.

How does one constantly attack the discomfort?

And what is the version of yourself that is on the other side of your discomfort?

The answer is simple: Find someone to push you into the hard moments.
Once you’re past the initial choice point, it’s much easier to move forward.