Discomfort

We were taught to detest it. We were taught to value luxury and comfort. This is is America! Damnit! We deserve our dream.

But lately I have been digging sleeping on the floor. I wake up refreshed. I sleep less. My back doesn't hate me.  

I swear it's the discomfort. It's good for the soul. Maybe the ascetics were on to something that we all missed cause we grew up in America. 

I know it works for creativity. The best work comes out of major pressure. Limits, discomfort and deadlines push out the best art. 

Maybe it's high time we stop being so luxury minded and enjoy the yin to the yang to achieve a happier, fuller life.