The other side of discomfort

When you train for discomfort, discomfort becomes more manageable.

That works in theory. Practice is entirely different.

It would be naive to conclude that discomfort can always be embraced with a smile and open arms — but if only we could, then the other side of discomfort would be more fruitful. Juicier, even.

I am finding the other side of discomfort is relief. Empowerment. By owning the discomfort, it releases its death grip on my life. It doesn't have to hijack control and run the show. Yet it can happen subtly, especially under high amounts of stress.

Deciding to remain present in our bodies when discomfort arises is the ultimate act of self-care.

This signals: I am not defined by this pain. Instead, this sensation is essential to understanding myself more deeply. It informs us how we wish to proceed despite the difficult encounter. A remembrance of agency, free will — claiming our power back into our own hands.

There are intensities to discomfort, of course. How can we bear the most intense loss and grief? When our heart is breaking and our stomach is empty for days, when the pain is debilitating, how can we stay with it?

I have no answers for this, because there are some severities none of us should witness or withstand. Life gives them to us anyway.

And so I offer what I can: wherever you are in life, whatever you may be going through, I wish you peace and safety. Happiness and health. Joy and gentle care.

Thanks for being here.

Sincerely,

Nadine of the New Moon ♥