The Art of Getting Used To It
“They’ll never wear me down. I have a name for lasting out the worst.” – Odysseus from Homer’s Odyssey
As the Fates would have it, I was still not going to be granted a full night of sleep. Maybe they’re trying to tell me to get used to it.
Get used to it.
Now there’s an interesting thought. How many things in life have we gotten used to?
When we were babies, we weren’t used to walking or talking.
When we were learning multiplication and division, we weren’t used to our head hurting so much.
When I first started waking up every morning at 4:30 AM, I wasn’t used to fighting those seductive blankets.
So what do those all have in common?
In the end, they’ve helped me to grow.
So how is waking up to a buzzing phone at 2:00 AM every morning helping me grow?
It’s provided inspiration for this post and shown me that I’m still capable of putting a sensible thought or two together. That seems like a good thing.
It’s shown me that by force of habit and will, I can still manage to get up at 4:30 AM, run three -and-a-half miles, then spend two hours studying the craft of writing before the day job begins. That also seems like a good thing.
It seems these days that our cultural focus is on convenience. A certain retailer’s whole brand is built on a giant Easy button.
But it’s an illusion.
Easy smiles and hands you another donut while you’re struggling to put on your pants.
Easy tells you there’s always tomorrow.
Easy tells you that your dreams are worthless and you really ought to be just like everybody else.
Nope, Easy doesn’t force things.
Easy doesn’t understand the concept of Creative Destruction.
Easy keeps you safe from hard truths.
Who’s your real friend?
Getting used to it.
* Image provided courtesy of Roger Norton.