“The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers.”
Last week I posted about “discomfort” on my personal blog. I won’t be reproducing the post here, because it contains profanity and that might offend some of our gentler readers. But if you are interested in reading it, here is the link.
And to build on that theme, I’ll share a personal story. I’ve started waking super-early a few mornings each week to paddle my canoe in a group practice. This is a practice run by an Olympic-medalist kayaker, and most of the paddlers either have decades of experience or are ‘elite’-level athletes. This group is almost all men.
The first day I joined this practice I was terrified. I imagined that they would paddle out ahead of me and I would quickly be on my own in the dark waters of the Back Bay. But I knew that I couldn’t get better at my sport if I were too afraid to practice with people who were better than me, so I just did it, imagining that I could live down the humiliation. And as I dropped my boat in the water and paddled out, I was in profound discomfort–I wanted nothing more than to disappear.*
Long story short: discomfort is necessary to grow and learn. Heavenly Father knows that all too well. But there is a fine line between a healthy level of discomfort and doing something foolish/profane/unruly. I suspect that we all make mistakes in pushing that boundary too far sometimes.
So my question for you is: What have you done recently that resulted in discomfort (for you, or those around you)? Was it productive discomfort? Or not?
*FWIW, despite my initial concern, I’m holding my own in the morning practices, and seem to have earned the respect of many of the ‘guys.’ 🙂