Growth is good and all, but when is “good” good enough?
Like, I know that making yourself uncomfortable and whatnot is good for growth – but sometimes ya girl just wants to be comfy, ya know?
Like if I have the option to choose between the chair with nails sticking out of it and the chair with and extremely soft cushion that feels like a cloud – you better believe I’m gonna choose the chair with the cloud! Maybe that’s not the best analogy – but I feel like there’s a very fine line between feeling uncomfortable and being just downright MISERY.
This is a little something I’m literally just learning at the ripe age of 25. I’m not really sure what exactly I’m ‘ripe’ for but that’s just something I hear people say, so there you go.
NO ONE KNOWS WHAT THE HELL THEY’RE DOING WITH THEIR LIVES. Or where their lives will be in 5 years ~dreaded interview question~
When I was younger (read: yesterday), I thought that everyone else had everything figured out and I was the only one looking for something, anything to grasp on to. But nope, turns out everyone else is just as floppily floundering.
Okay, maybe not EVERYONE (there are those rarities who have known they were going to be doctors from the age of 2), but I think for most of us, we sort of know the general direction, and the rest is just figuring it out as we go along.