How Comfortability breeds Complacency

Recently, I've gotten very comfortable.  More comfortable than ever, really.  I'm living in what is in my mind the greatest city in the country, working at the home of Country Music, and spending my time with some of the most genuine people I've ever met.  I wouldn't trade this summer for anything, but I am walking away from these last few months of my life less productive than I've ever been since I launched my first business over 4 years ago.

For those of you who don't know, I stopped actively advertising or working with new clients, and virtually ceased all operations of West Bielstein Production Services in March.  I did this because I wasn't happy with the direction the business was headed and I wanted to take some time to rediscover myself.  I got a real job, the first "real job" where I actually had somebody who told me when I needed to be at work and what I need to do, that I've ever had. I work hard at my job, or try to at least, and come home with a decent paycheck.

Because of this, I chose to get comfortable.  This has been the first time in the last 5 years of my life that I haven't been actively trying to grow a company's success.  I get up in the morning and don't have something to do besides show up at work - and it's amazing.

But, I'm so bored.

I've never been so comfortable in my life, yet I feel like I'm not doing anything.

complacency
noun | a feeling of satisfaction with how things are without desire to make them better
noun | a feeling of uncritical satisfaction with oneself or one's achievements 

I've never wanted to be someone who goes to work 9-5, I want to be someone who spends their life trying to change the world around them.

I'm right now more satisfied than I've ever been and it's causing me to become less productive than ever.  It took a while for me to realize this, though.  Unfortunately, many weeks of sleeping in, hours and hours on Netflix and YouTube, countless wasted drives around town.  Coming up with ideas that will probably never become anything because I refuse to put the work in to create something from those ideas.

I was sitting around last night with my friend Carter Green.  Shoutout to Carter for putting on an amazing event last week at City Winery here in Nashville benefiting Unite for Her, a breast cancer organization (a post on this event coming soon).

We came up with an exciting idea, and he looked at me and said, "F*ck it, we're doing it.  I'm tired of sitting around and bullsh*tting with people, and not actually doing anything about it."

So we are.  We've decide to pursue a dream of ours that we realized together and I hope we can take it further than either of us can imagine at this point (more coming soon).

Think to yourself: What's one thing in my life that I can do to make myself a little bit happier?

It's not about being happy every day, it's about being happier today than you were yesterday.
What's the point in life if you're not striving towards something greater?