Positively Uncomfortable

It’s difficult to break away from what feels comfortable- that dingy, oversized t-shirt, those ratty tennis shoes you’ve had since high school, the super supportive, but ugly bra you’ve had for years. But there comes a time when it’s necessary to step out of your comfort zone and move forward. There comes a time when you have to think of the future and what’s best for you. That first step is daunting, even terrifying at times. You question yourself incessantly: “Is this the right choice?” “Will I regret it?” “What if I fail?” You might take a step backward in the process, returning to what’s easier rather than pushing forward, but what’s easier isn’t always what’s right.

I’ve found, at least for me, that being comfortable usually means becoming complacent… or simply settling for much less than you deserve. This is dangerous. We only have one life to go after the things that we want, to make our mark on the world, to change it in some way. When we settle for what’s comfortable, we settle for the bare minimum. We settle for living paycheck to paycheck, going without seeing the world, living day by day lazily. It’s definitely easier to do this. It requires minimal work ethic, drive, and motivation, but settling rarely gets us the true contentment that we all seek. No, it’s the challenging moves that truly push us along. It’s the moments in which we’ve taken some risk that truly help us to grow, help to define us, and help us to achieve our biggest goals.

I’ve made some uncomfortable decisions- difficult decisions- lately. It was the first step out of my comfort zone that was the hardest, and it’s far from over. I know that the days ahead of me will be tricky, the nights will be lonely, my son’s meltdowns will be hard to handle on my own, but I find comfort in knowing that I’m making a necessary change. A positive change. No matter how hard it may be to see that every day, I have my moments of clarity during which I know that I’m doing the right thing. Not the comfortable thing.

Think long and hard about it…

I remember, years ago, anticipating the day of my wedding. I envisioned a huge, white wedding, flowers and sparkles everywhere, the man of my dreams waiting at the end of a aisle for me. I expected unconditional love, peace, happiness, and understanding. Fast-forward to the age of 28 and my ideas of marriage and love have vastly changed. I have been married for nearly eight years and have struggled to maintain a positive marriage for a majority of that time. We are on the brink of a failed marriage…

When I think back to where it may have gone wrong, I wrestle with the reality that it was probably wrong from the very beginning. Firstly, I was married so young… at the age of 20. A lot of people have successfully found their lifetime partner at that age, some even younger, but the truth is that I was too young. I had a lot of growing up and experiencing to do… doing those things alone can be a lot, but trying to do those things with another person is even harder. It’s like a battle between figuring out what you want for yourself, understanding your true identity, and forcing those new discoveries to fit your role as a spouse; it doesn’t always mesh. Secondly, I wasn’t totally sure of myself. I didn’t know with absolute certainty that I wanted to get married, but I did it anyway. That may have been the greatest mistake of all. Not listening to my self-doubt. It’s there for a reason.

So while I try to navigate my way through separation and the foggy future ahead of me, I just want to put my two cents out there: think long and hard about the commitment, patience, and flexibility that is necessary for a successful marriage. It isn’t always unconditional love, peace, happiness, and rose-colored everything. It’s a true test of strength and integrity.