Discomfort is the song that makes the hairs on my nape stand vertically. Discomfort is the article that makes my skin crawl, crouch, and cry. Discomfort is the way my intestines crunch and twist in conjunction with the way my heart pounds from feeling and thinking. Discomfort is the feeling before the power.

p.s. Without discomfort, my professor says, you can’t live. Without discomfort, you can’t become conscience of what life has to offer in the form of challenges and adventures. So here’s to discomfort that leads to power! Open your ears. Open your heart. Open your mind. #tb to Wednesday’s post.


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