Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to be comfortable. In America, we are always very focused on being as comfortable as possible. When I was little I even watched a TV show called The Big Comfy Couch! We have air conditioning for our houses and cars, memory foam for our beds, ice cubes for our drinks, arch support for our shoes, and the list goes on and on.
I almost always take these things for granted. I don’t even notice them…until they are no longer there.
When I was in Uganda, I was almost always uncomfortable. We were always crammed into a small bus, I was constantly sweaty, the jet-lag and questionable mattresses made me tired all the time, and there were constellations of itchy bug bites covering my legs and arms. And at the time, it sucks. It really does.
But when I think back to my experience in Uganda, being uncomfortable isn’t what comes to mind. In fact, I barely even remember how bad it actually was. Instead, I think of the faces of the children, the fun times we had as a group, the food, the colors, the clothing, the schools we visited, the poverty we witnessed, and so many other things.
This post is going to be short, and I want to end with a ‘note to self:’
Do not let feelings of discomfort stop you from doing anything. Comfort is overrated and there are so, so many more important things.