"OMG! I can't take it. Not for another minute!"
I sat down and gingerly detached the strappy, silver 4-inch sandals from my red, swollen feet. I had suffered long enough. The pain in my feet was bad enough that I finally gave in and changed into the ballet slippers I had stashed in my bag.
There comes a point in our lives when the pain of staying where we are, doing what we're doing becomes so great that we must do something to change it. Before we get to that pain point though, we will wallow in a place I call being comfortably uncomfortable. We may stay there for weeks, months, years, or decades. While we're here, we stack up excuses, shrink our world, and "recognize our limitations." This sounds like, "That's ok, you go ahead; I'll stay here," or, "I wouldn't dream of doing that."
We don't think of this as acknowledging our limits. We call it "being realistic."
We Can Spend Our Entire Lives Being Comfortably Uncomfortable.