Discomfort, apple cider vinegar, and fuck*ng nasty, ugly boredom
Discomfort is my new thing; I'm thoroughly hating it and I love that. Every time my body decides to take the long and exhausting road to do something, a bunch of happy chemicals get released in my brain. But don't get me wrong here, it's TIRING. Every now and then, I have to give myself pep talks to ensure I'm not giving up on this eternal search for difficult -yet manageable- experiences. I'm learning to accept the fact that I will miserably fail most of my endeavors; and that's great, it would be such a painful thing to be amazing and awesome and incredible at everything we did. The fact that there is always room for improvement, change, and evolution comforts me. I don't have to decide anything right now, and even if I do, I can always change it later on. It may sound basic and even repetitive, but actively embodying open-mindedness and detaching your sense of self from outcomes is one harsh son-of-a-bitch practice. There's no magic formula, or one-si