The dilemma with trying to write something every day is that I get so busy and don’t feel like I have anything to offer on some days.
Some days that I’ve skipped, I’m struggling with my own personal demons and don’t want to think or write about that. Maybe I should. I tend to learn better when externally processing what is happening inside of me.
I read recently that in the future, we’ll be able to alter our thoughts. If we don’t like a thought, we’ll be able to pluck it out so to speak. I’m not sure that will be healthy for everyone, especially someone like me. In general, we (speaking as a middle class westerner) tend to avoid pain and discomfort. But discomfort and pain have been great motivators in my life. In one example, they propelled me to leave a childhood denomination that was suffocating and crushing at best.
Pain can be a source of wisdom and insight towards changes that need to be made. But it requires listening and attentiveness, something that I’m not always good at.
Recently, I’ve endured a few moments of pain. Some of the incidents have been wake-up calls to hunches I’ve been sensing. Call them course corrections. A mentor said not to waste the pain. I’ll never forget that phrase. Trying not to waste pain in my current dark night.
