My Comfort is Lying to Me
Comfort tells me I’ve earned a break.
That I’ve done enough. That I’ll get to it tomorrow.
But comfort lies.
It doesn’t care about my goals. It doesn’t care who I’m trying to become.
It just wants easy. Safe. Familiar.
But I don’t grow in comfort. I rot.
Discomfort is where I get sharper. Stronger. Real.
So when comfort shows up whispering sweet nothings, I shut it down.
Because I’d rather be uncomfortable now than regretful later.
“In the absence of a crisis, discipline must be self-imposed.” — Naval Ravikant