I’m exhausted tonight after a six-hour round trip to Chicago.
The drive got intense… congestion, a missed exit, and eventually an extra 20 minutes tacked onto my arrival time. No big deal in the end.
But sitting in that traffic made me think about fear-setting, the practice of writing down the worst-case scenario instead of only focusing on goals.
Most of the time, the “worst case” is just temporary discomfort, not catastrophe. And that discomfort can actually stretch us, extend our range, and build our ability to do hard things.
The opposite is also true: when we avoid discomfort, we shrink our range. We fossilize. We stagnate. That’s a bad way to age.
Today the traffic reminded me that growth often hides inside inconvenience.