If your pants aren't on fire, are you even in the kitchen?

I've come to realize that comfort is actually the enemy of growth.

Today I'm writing to you from the eye of what can only be described as a beautiful hurricane. My inbox is legit vomiting, I had to turn my notifications off due to anxiety, and my to-do list seems to be breeding new items like a hog in heat.

And you know what? I wouldn't have it any other way.

The only thing running through my head at this point is… “if you're not at least a little stressed out, are you even doing it right?”

In the past two weeks alone, hundreds of new people have joined our community. HUNDREDS. It's the kind of growth I've been calling in, grinding towards, and working may ass off for…. and now that it's here? I'm kinda freaking the fuck out. 🎉🎉

I’m sure part of this is just my anal retentive tendencies, but none the less, I’m feeling the heat. All I really want to focus on is meaningful connections with new members, but right now, even that feels like trying to have intimate conversation at a packed concert, where alcohol isn’t served.

This morning though, as I was having my newish daily panic attack, a thought came through and I wanted to share…

This overwhelming feeling isn't a sign that I'm failing. It’s actually evidence that I'm finally crossing the threshold between small wins and actual success.

How you like them apples?