As a creature of habit, comfort is perhaps my greatest achievement. Over time I have woven the perfect mechanism for sustaining it. It relies on one fundamental truth.
Until it happens naturally, I haven’t done it long enough.
Allow me to expound. At the very core, I’m spontaneous. The thrill of no plan and endless possibilities excites new. However, I am also petrified by the unknown.
Which as you can imagine creates quite the conundrum.
On the one hand, I want to pursue new challenges for the thrill of the chase. On the other hand, the discomfort of exiting my current comfort zone is immense.
So how do I find the middle ground? The easy answer is habit.
I say this because in theory the stance is sound. If you practice something for long enough, it becomes easier to do it minus the initial push and pull. However, you must also put up with the obvious resistance to change.
Over time I’ve noted that I will never enjoy an alternative to my processes. I love maintaining control. It eases my anxiety. However, by introducing discomfort slowly over a long period of time, amidst the routine, I am able to trick myself into progress.
I especially ensure that I bombard myself with the things I enjoy and have been doing for a while, and sprinkle in adjustments a bit at a time.
It’s not the same as plunging in with no plan. But I’ve found that with the plans and routine, I can still do the fun exciting things within the confines of comfort and without sacrificing progress.
