When I was younger, rainy days would find me curled up in a chair by the window…reading, maybe writing but more than likely - just watching the rain hit the window. I remember watching raindrops “race” to reach their destination - never traveling in a straight line but rather, taking the easiest path to reach their goal even if that meant merging with another raindrop. Taking the path that gives the least resistance to forward motion, progress. The path of least resistance.

Electricity follows the path of least resistance as it moves through a circuit. Storms do it too in terms of barometric pressure. Water flowing downhill does it. (What? I was a semi-science geek. Get over it. *shrug*) And guess what? PEOPLE do it also.

Sometimes it’s the right thing to do but lately, I’ve been challenging my “path of least resistance” mentality. And I realize that, in some instances, in order for me to truly make progress, to be successful in reaching my goals, I have to take “the path of MOST resistance”. The one that has the obstacles - real or imagined.

I’ve learned that my “comfort zones” can sometimes get TOO comfortable. That in order to really reach my highest intention in this life, I have to be willing to be uncomfortable — “COMFORTABLY UNCOMFORTABLE” .

I found myself recently resisting something I know that I want so I had to drop back long enough to ask myself what it was I was truly resisting…and why. More importantly, how long do I plan to continue resisting it?? I mulled that over for a few days, really just giving myself a chance to actually speak my fears out loud. “You can’t fix what you won’t face.” I didn’t have to dig deep - I knew what I was resisting…and I knew why. I’ve always known the “WHAT” and in large part, the “WHY”.

And you know what they say (to reappropriate a slogan), “Knowing is beautiful.” And it is. Knowing gives you options, resources, some sense of courage. The thing I was resisting now has a name. I know what it looks like, I know what it feels like so it can’t sneak up on me anymore. I see it coming. And I’m still standing.

Bottom line? It’s a risk. This “thing” I’m resisting. It’s a very risky situation. But life itself is a risk. And there are no guarantees so I can either chuck my resistance, my fears, my “comfort zone” mentality, dive into the situation up to my neck and trust that things will work out just as they’re supposed to. OR…I can continue to give my time, energy and focus to what I DON’T want, fight against myself and live to regret not having taken a chance at what I really want.

So I’m willing to let myself be “COMFORTABLY UNCOMFORTABLE” That dayum “comfort zone” was calling me though and it can be seductive.

But what I know for sure is that, this thing that I’m resisting? It’s worth it. MORE than worth it.

And so am I.

Live Soulfully!
*~* J *~*