During a recent conversation with a friend, he proclaimed that he is finally comfortable in his own skin. I nodded my head in understanding. As I look back over my life and career, I wonder what life would have looked like had I found comfort in my skin at an earlier age.
While there isn’t any good reason to go down that rabbit hole, it was worth a moment or two of reflection. The only real conclusion is “who knows?” but it certainly would have meant a more comfortable existence—and probably greater success.
I am grateful that I have finally crossed the “comfort” threshold and looking back with regret is a waste of time. We all need to travel the path we’re on. Those who move through the world with greater ease are fortunate, but perhaps lack the additional something that comes with challenges…
Or at least I hope there’s some equalization somewhere.
