The Blessing of Discomfort

I had a thought while running this morning, in 84 degree F weather, when the wind had decided to stop and the sun decided to swell in full glory.  Mildly uncomfortable.

A not-so-accurate portrayal of running.

Thinking about 8 years ago today when I was in the hospital, hours away from delivering my first born...my beautiful son.  Mildly uncomfortable.  (Ok, perhaps a bit more than mild.)

Happy Birthday beautiful boy.

I believe at the end, we are all comfortable.  No matter how we depart this life, I believe we experience a blissful comfort in the final moments.  A deep release.

We all strive for that comfort, but perhaps we should be embracing this bit of mild discomfort.  We are fortunate to be able to experience it.

It means we are still here to feel it.

It means we are still running.

It means we are still alive.

Namaste.

Comments

[Karen B]

You are so right! We need a bit of discomfort to know we are alive!

[Sherry]

Happy birthday to your son, and happy birthday day to you too mama! Running in the heat??? Ugh!! Lots of fluids..I'm sure you had those with you and took them in; and then more afterwards. Comfort. Sometimes I think I get too comfortable and need to get out of that comfort zone (I don't like that expression and yet I haven't come up with a better one...yet!) in order to grow and stretch. I know that when I am uncomfortable it can be a signal that something is "wrong" or it can be a sign that I'm going through something difficult but that I know it will pass (child birth for one, chemotherapy was another). Sometimes out of that pain I have discovered great pleasure (see both previous examples!). And when our days are done, yes, I agree. I think there is a comfort in the letting go. xo

[Theresa]

This was truly beautiful. Thank you, Lisa. And I hope your son had a wonderful birthday (he has your smile!).