So yeah, I’m moving into my van. This change brings up a lot of fear and insecurity. I won’t deny that. The point isn’t that I’m fearless. The point is that keeping myself comfortable is killing my dreams.
In fact, that’s one of the mantras I’ve been embracing as I drive around town, scouting different parking spots:
It’s a twist on the old backcountry adage, “Cotton kills.” Note that both of these phrases have a given range of conditions for which they’re true. Cotton is fine in hot weather; comfort is fine if you’re already living the life you want.
But if you’re not — what the hell are you waiting for?
Courage doesn’t just appear out of nowhere. It’s not something you wait around for so you can get started on your journey. The conditions will never be perfect. You start as best you can and then find courage as you go.
Go small. Go now.
Some of the parking spots I flagged on Pinbox are not ideal. They might be too visible. The neighborhood might be too nice. The hill might be too steep.
But you know what? There’s only one way to find out. By picking a range of spots from ideal to sorta crappy, I will figure out what works. It could be that my expectations are skewed; maybe the crappy spots will turn out to be great and the ideal ones will be shit.
Point is, you have to face uncertainty and fear every day. There is no substitute, no other way to reach your goals. You can’t find courage once and then be done. You have to find it again and again and again. That’s the practice. That’s the path.
Need inspiration? Think back to a time you did something really brave. Recall every detail as vividly you can. Savor the feeling this brings up. Allow yourself to feel like a badass. Now carry that feeling into the rest of your day.
Every time you want to avoid something or shy away from discomfort, think of your badass moment and remind yourself: Comfort kills.
That’s all I’ve got. Share your moment of bravery in the comments 🙂