I think there is a difference between pain and discomfort. I think that in feeling discomfort we imagine it as pain and that stops us. We get that roiling sick feeling in our guts and instead of driving through the discomfort, we back off because we fear getting sick. Fear of the bear on our backs, at the last few miles, makes us slow down, fear of how it would look to others if we went slow makes us push at the wrong time. Fear the right thing or the wrong thing, its all just fear.
I need to think through things, make decisions based on what I know and what I don't know. If the opposite of love is fear than I must love the hill, embrace the bear. When discomfort comes, I must welcome it as a sign that I pushing passed my limits and then move on.
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