Struggle is addictive. You don’t want to let it go, and secretly, you enjoy it.
How do I know?
Because I used to be addicted to it—even when I thought I wanted struggles gone forever.
Why was I seduced by it?
Because goddamn, it felt good to run on adrenaline and rush to my own rescue! How satisfying to move through that hero’s journey over and over: Conquering obstacles. Looking in the abyss. Surviving.
Not to mention bonding with others over struggles. What can you bond over if there aren’t any issues to talk about?
Let’s keep the struggle. It’s rewarding in a thousand hidden ways. What’s left of life, of personal growth, of inventing better ways, if there’s no more drama, nothing to fight with?
But does struggle really give you all that?
Or does it just keep you running in circles?
What’s left when struggle drops?
Shit can still happen.
It doesn’t stop raining just because you’re annoyed about it. When you no longer resist that your hair will end up flat on your scalp once you step foot outside, what’s left is simply … rain. Wet hair.
And jumping in puddles and enjoying the crap out of that.
Who needs the rush of struggling through issues when you can jump in puddles instead?
Love,
P.S.Trading struggle for puddles—that’s what actually happens in my private coaching.
Read more here if that sounds like a good deal.
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