Why Getting Comfortable Being Uncomfortable Is Bullshit

Excuse me while I hop on my damn soapbox.

This has been eating at me for over a year now: this idea that we’re supposed to get comfortable being uncomfortable. And honestly? That shit pisses me off.

Why the hell do we need to be comfortable with discomfort? Can’t we just call it what it is? It’s uncomfortable for a reason. It sucks. It stings. It pushes. And sometimes, it’s the exact kick in the ass we need to remind us: this is not where I want to stay.

You’re pushing yourself to beat your last 5K time and it feels like your lungs are gonna explode? Good. It’s uncomfortable, and it’s temporary. You’re in a brutally honest conversation with your sig other and your heart’s racing? Good. It’s temporary. You’re disciplining your kid and it makes you feel like a total asshole? Good. Also temporary.

Discomfort passes. That’s kind of the whole point. So why are we trying to cozy up to it? Why are we being told to sit in it like it’s some kind of growth spa? No. Discomfort is not meant to be home. It’s meant to be a tunnel. You go in, deal with the mess, and come out the other side.

To be clear, I’m not saying avoid it. I’m saying don’t glorify it. Don’t set up camp there. Feel it, face it, and then move the fuck through it.