Get comfortable with being uncomfortable
Embrace the ick and fly
When we feel good, we tend to do good things.
When we feel yucky or icky due to projection of past experiences on a present situation, it can feel like a whirlwind of anxiety swallowing you up whole in a tornado that leaves you disheveled and disoriented.
Phew! That was a mouthful, huh?
I’ll tell you something you don’t want to hear.
Embrace the ICK.
You know what I’m talking about.
That feeling you get when the child within you reverts to “I don’t wannaaaa,” whether it’s a private internal dialogue or an outspoken lament.
Or maybe that’s just me…
Things feel icky when a situation doesn’t go our way.
When life feels unfair, which it tends to be sometimes.
When it seems like bad luck is following you around and minor inconveniences of the human experience begin to tear you apart and rattle you.
The truth is, every single person on earth has experienced these ick moments.
No one is immune to it.
Not should we want to be because it’s part of the human experience.
A major part that forces us to evolve, adapt, and change as needed.
If everything was perfect and we lived in a utopian society, nothing would matter. We would appreciate nothing and the will to live would be emotionless neutrality.
Self-growth shows itself in unique ways.
Our personal evolutions and expansion of consciousness happen at the most unexpected times in many cases.
It happens at the hardest times, when we find ourselves at a crossroads in life. During the moments we have no idea which path to choose, whether there are compelling reasons to take the road less traveled at the fork or not.
So today, tomorrow, or the next day, when you feel that ick coming on…
Instead of shoving it into the dark depths of you, get unhinged. Stare it in the face. Force it to the surface like an ugly pimple that’s ready to pop.
Face it. Breathe through it. Welcome it because it’s part of your journey. And that’s a beautiful thing.
It might not feel that way now. But in retrospect, you’ll be happy you did.


