The great pandemic of our time is comfort that we believe we are entitled to be comfortable. Meaningful things rarely happen in the comfort zone. ~Brené Brown
It feels strange to bridge the concept of comfort across the flowing river of life and landing in a space called pandemic. Pandemic screams disease, screams physical hell, and psychological brimstone. yet, our entire existence is a quest for comfort, amenities saving effort, conveniences promising time, relaxation, abundance, opening the door to opulent luxury. An existence colloquially referred to as the good life. A carrot dangled by the advertising vampire sucking hard-earned wealth from unsettled and easily manipulatable souls.
I am no different. The easy life of relaxation is tempting. Until that is, I contemplate what will I do with all my downtime? My preferred belief is that I would spike it with activity threading travel destinations in a never-ending string wrapped around the globe snapping photos and writing crappy blogs. My reality tells me, though, I’m more likely to fry my brain on insipid web videos and other interweb nonsense…So, my plan is to work until my wife retires and we are free to travel the seven seas together. Until then, I’m going to enjoy the life of very early mornings and uncomfortable challenges in the office for that is what keeps my mind sharp and my soul energized.