Being Comfortable being Uncomfortable

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Sunrise on a cold morning


It was my day off. There was a fire roaring in the fireplace and music rocking the room. 

But I wasn't feeling it. 

I was feeling lost. To be honest, I was feeling a little depressed. 

I went down the list: 

Work. It was a busy week. But not that busy.

Food. I hadn't eaten anything crappy. So, no again.

Sunshine. I'm very affected by the sun, I mean, by the lack of sun. But it was a fully sunny day, So, no to that too.

Relationship. We were the best we've ever been. In fact, he had gone in to work so I could have the house free. A gift to me. And speaking of gifts, he had bought me flowers this week. 

So no, it wasn't my relationship.

I was just having a down day.

I'm reminded of a sentence of a client. "I've decided to be comfortable being uncomfortable."

This stuck with me. In fact, I've been repeating it often.

To myself. To clients. To friends.

I decided to adopt it. I'm going to be comfortable with my down day. By the fire.  With a soft blanket I can snuggle in.

I hope you have a comfortable day.


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