Uncomfortable
I’m a big fan of comfortable. Fuzzy blankets, comfy clothes, home made meals and long time friends…. all very comfortable… all very easy.
Its the other stuff, the more uncomfortable, difficult stuff that I have a tendency to avoid. I have spent my life going to great lengths to avoid confrontation. I moved across the country to avoid the repercussions of my decisions, I quit my job when the boss and I didn’t see eye to eye, I don’t have arguments, I bend over backwards to make everyone else around me happy in order to eliminate any chance of ill will towards me or anyone else for that matter. Its what I have always done. Running away has now gotten comfortable.
Tonight I walked into a room with 14 other people. All complete strangers. I experienced one of the most uncomfortable moments in my life. Uncomfortable because I looked into their eyes and saw myself. So, so much pain in that room. So, very uncomfortable. Nowhere to run.
For the next 13 weeks I will be going back to that same room. Probably going to be uncomfortable each and every time. Probably going to wish I was anywhere but that place. Probably going to want to run out the door.
But I’m not going to run. I’m going to face the things that I have avoided. I am going to embrace uncomfortable.
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