Right now it’s like having a storm anchor out in all weather, like carrying an extra 50lbs around all the time (well, I’m already doing that, which is part of the problem).
No matter how much I know about how to keep away from it, it’s just always there.
It’s insidious in that it not only defeats the work, it defeats the starting of the work, it defeats the plan of record.
It’s also not real.
com·fort
/ˈkəmfərt/
noun
a state of physical ease and freedom from pain or constraint.
"room for four people to travel in comfort"
I mean, the definition makes it sound fairly concrete: “a state”, as if it were like steam, water, or ice.
But comfort isn’t really like that for me.
“Comfort” for me represents all of the things we have in today’s society that distract us from our true purpose.
Crullers
My couch
My phone
Netflix
Doomscrolling Twitter
News
Buying things
Assholes
Alcohol
It’s a way to be lazy. It’s a way to be undisciplined. It’s a way to hide. And there are far too many opportunities for that in my life. Those things aren’t “real” because I could drop any of them with zero negative impact on my life.
I don’t want comfort, I want contentment.
I want to rest at the end of the day satisfied that I have done my best to embody my purpose.
Battling comfort is a subject I continue to dive into as it relates to The Great Stuckedness: I believe it’s a war we all have to win to thrive longer in life.
Resources. Here are some things you can look at related to this:
Dr. Peter Attia’s The Drive podcast #225 ‒ The comfort crisis, doing hard things, rucking, and more | Michael Easter, MA
The Comfort Crisis: Embrace Discomfort To Reclaim Your Wild, Happy, Healthy Self | Michael Easter
Discipline Equals Freedom: Field Manual Mk1-MOD1 | Jocko Willink