Getting Comfortable With Discomfort:

I didn’t realize I had a problem until I was halfway through scrubbing the blood off the mat.

That’s the thing about growth — it doesn’t send a memo. It doesn’t show up at your door and ask for permission. It drops a log on your head at 5:00 a.m., throws cold water on you the next day, and waits to see if you’re still there the third.

Most people say they want to grow. Few are willing to give up their right to comfort, to not be offended, to not be exhausted.
The world doesn’t need more clever people. It needs people who are forged, who know themselves on the other side of breaking — and who choose to keep going.

Discipline isn’t sexy. Neither is taking responsibility. But they’re where real power lives.
If you’re serious about getting better — start where it’s uncomfortable.