Your satisfaction with life is only as large as the goals you put in front of yourself. It’s okay to be a bit crazy. Push yourself. Dare to do the things that scare you, because every insane step makes the next one look easier. You have the capacity to do more than work and die.
Be the person everyone is talking about. Be the person that you’re jealous of today.
We bought a house today. Signed the documents, pocketed the keys. I have my very own garage door opener for the first time ever.
And it was, at least the parts we did today, mind-bogglingly EASY, which feels at complete odds with the magnitude of the overall event. I mean, someone out there looked at me and decided I was adult enough to have a house. I still have a hard time not lumping myself with “the kids” in any given conversation.
In any case, we’re homeowners, and in my sentimental ponderings today I thought back to the day we got our very first apartment – and realized I didn’t feel ready for that, either. In fact, I may have felt less sure of myself that day with a single-year lease and a heck of a lot less money and responsibility on the line.
Maybe I’m looking at this house wrong. It’s not the grand final decision in my life any more than that first apartment was. It’s just the next step – in life, but also out of my comfort zone.
So I’m super excited for the house (and may have paint colors pulled up as we speak… blue-grey or egg-shell??) but I’m also excited to see where this house takes me.
“It is hard to get comfortable people to do anything when it might cost them their comfort.” – Tamora Pierce, Trickster’s Queen
This quote has been running through my mind a lot lately. Okay, it’s been running through my mind intermittently ever since I read Trickster’s Queen in 2012, but lately I’ve been pondering more and more how it applies to me. I’m not planning to overthrow the government and put a thirteen-year-old on the throne, after all. So why has it stuck with me so clearly?
Perhaps it’s because I’ve been questioning my own comfort, and the necessity of it, quite frequently over the past few weeks. I’ve come to the conclusion that comfort, in and of itself, is not bad. It can be pretty dang good, actually – who doesn’t love curling up after a long day, or a hard ride, and letting yourself relax at last?
It’s holding yourself back for the sake of comfort that can become problematic. Before long, you aren’t just comfortable; you’re complacent. Why push yourself harder on your run? Why speak up and ask for more stimulating tasks at work? Why travel somewhere new when it’s so easy, so comfortable, to go back to the same beach you’ve walked a thousand times? Of course, if there is a reason to stay where you are, then make note of it and move on.
I keep wondering, though, how often I’ve stopped myself short of asking that crucial question – why? – and how often I’ve traded in opportunity for familiarity. Comfort should be a refuge, not a cage.
So have the presence of mind to appreciate comfort for what it is – and the courage to leave it behind when something else is more important.