The battle we all fight: comfort vs new experience. It’s ridiculous how often this choice pres
The battle we all fight: comfort vs new experience. It’s ridiculous how often this choice presents itself to me. The one that comes to mind is: ocean swimming. In Los Angeles, the water is cold, the waves are big. The sand gets in your shoes. Seaweed tickles you in the murky water. Your brain pulls up every possible excuse to avoid that water. But your memories, which fight with your comfort, plead their case. ‘Ocean swimming is your favorite thing! The cold water makes you feel alive! Skinny dipping is even better! Your favorite memories are the times you’ve done this! How is this even a contest you idiot?!’ . But my sluggish body has my ear. His voice is the loudest, the closest. So often I say 'nah, not tonight, y'all have fun.’ . What is the secret to defeat this sloth? To ignore the dumb bean bag of my comfort and seek the spritely sensual fox in me that makes all these wonderful memories? It’s a battle I am always fighting. . Yesterday, I beat the slug. I skipped sleep and stayed up for 24 hours. Sunrise to sunrise. I sang Karaoke in this bar til 4am. Of course my friends were there to document me as I lost my mind. But I’m glad it’s gone. . The best memories tend to live in the moments where we let go of the reins, when we let the horses loose. They rip free of the carriage and run, stoop down to eat grass and stomp in the creek and tear their straps. . The comfort loving body loves his rest. And he needs it. But he must be kept on his toes, because he will take more than his share. He needs to be slapped around and trampled. I have hoof prints on my soft belly. . @hyattcentric @passionpassport @kylepters (at Alice’s Lounge) -- source link