Don’t numb it. Name it. “Right now, I feel rejected.” “This workout hurts my lungs.” “I am scared of looking stupid.” Walk the factory floor and take inventory. Pain unnamed is pain multiplied.
Look around your life today. Where is the factory smoking? Where are the alarms going off? pain factory
Not “Why is this happening to me?” (That question keeps you on the loading dock, complaining about the shipment.) Don’t numb it
You don’t need to “love” pain. You just need to stop running from it. Here’s the operating manual for your pain factory: pain factory
What am I going to manufacture today?
But what if I told you that the “pain factory” isn’t your enemy? What if it’s your single greatest source of production?