If you are offered mediocre, and if you accept it, over a period of time it seems just appropriate. You settle. You might even believe that the less that is offered is more.
This is me.
In accepting and giving the benefit of the doubt to unwarranted, and unacceptable offers, I started to fall in love with them. I was completely in ‘settle mode’ and I was not going to move. A false sense of contentment. And I would often whisper to myself, ‘You have it better than other people.’ And then one day, I moved. Everything I had was enough. but what if it could me more? A quote that resonated loudly with me said:
When you feel comfortable, it is time to move.
Moving from being comfortable for so long made me feel, pleasantly overwhelmed. These were two words I never expected to use together in a sentence. And here we are.
In moving, I had to work harder, think wider, and push myself with a force only comparable to the persistence of a telemarketer. And with every step came the doubt, the temptation to run back to my comfort place, emotional and mental calluses and the desperation that easily turned to despair. And still I moved because for the first time in a long time, I felt pride. I felt stimulated.
And then I crossed the finish line of the race started by my move. And it was beautiful and like a pot at the end of the rainbow, extremely fulfilling. It was better than everything I had been comfortable with and then I questioned my comfort.
I had moved! And it was a pleasantly overwhelming experience.
Thankful Day 3/365
I am thankful for desperation that forces me to push harder.