I am a lazy person. I admit it, and I’m not a least bit ashamed to say it. They say that admission is winning  half the battle.  So yeah, I can admit it.  Leave me alone at home, and I’d be lying in bed, watching television, or I’d be busy with my ipad, laptop or mobile phone. Playing games such Game of War (I have a level 17 stronghold), or Sim City Deluxe Edition (Mayor of at least nine cities), or endlessly reading articles in the world wide web.

I also aspire for a comfortable life. Nothing big, just simple stuff like opening the fridge door to see it full, pulling out cash to pay for the day to day necessities. You know, stuff like, bills payment, kids’ lunches, gasoline, mortgage, credit card etc etc. Going on the occasional vacation also sits well with me. Having a beer on a white sand beach as the sun begins to set with my girlfriend beside me. Feeling the cool breeze on our skin as we continue to stare at the last rays of the sun. Occasional couples massages, dinner dates and strolling along malls and parks.

It’s a contradiction really. On the one hand, if given a chance, I wouldn’t want to move out of bed. On the other, the comfortable life doesn’t really jive with my preferred lifestyle. And yet here I am, with an above average monthly salary, stressed out but otherwise, quite successful inside the corporate jungle of the metropolis. If you ask me how I did it, I’d say that my God loves me so much. I’m one lucky son of a bitch or I just choose to pick my battles.

There’s a board meeting that’s coming next week and guess who the main presenter is? Why me of course.  The problem is this, it’s already Thursday, the meeting on is on Wednesday and here I am, still not nearly half of what I need to do for my presentation.  I have felt the pangs of fear and anxiety a lot more recently, but I can’t seem to hit my groove.  I have calmed down, tried to remove the clutter from my head and focus, yet, there is resistance in me to do what needs to be done.  Frankly speaking, I should be doing the presentation right now, yet I find myself writing.   As I plod along in this plane of existence, I find that the hardest battles to fight are those that I need to wage from within.  I also noticed that each and every time I go into these battles the rewards are sensational.  Yet, the conflict is there.  I think my very nature resists the thought of putting myself in stressful situations.  Come to think of it, I believe that all people are like this, if not the majority.

So anyway, with that said, I will finish this piece with a lesson for myself.  To live in ones comfort zone is the death of all progress in one’s life.