I heard an interesting nugget earlier this month, “You can be comfortable, or you can be outstanding. You cannot be both.”

Of course, sharing this on the Facebook resulted in plenty of “I love comfort” comments.

As I move along towards enlightenment, I’m learning that ignorance truly is bliss. There’s something, um, comforting about not knowing what you don’t know.

I suspect eighty percent of the planet resides in this category, but have no way to back that up. No worries. They’re happy. Or they’re unhappy. They allow life to live them.

However, now that I’m firmly in the category of knowing what I don’t know... I’m terrified! It’s amazing how much there is to learn! About life. About yourself. About money. About power. About women.

While knowing what you don’t know is a metric of sorts for self-discovery, it’s also uncomfortable. I’m certainly learning the value of affirmations—and faking it ’til you make it.

As far as my current career is concerned, I’m still learning. A lot. Everyday. A lot.

Am I getting better? Definitely. Am I comfortable? No, not at all. Yet, I’m getting through each shift, and learning more with each shift.

It’s easy to forget that with starting over with each new career path, or journey through the wilderness, that we’re not instantly an expert at anything.

After achieving mastery at any skill, it’s hard to remember that the next skill will require just as much work to master. This makes sense to me after reading it on the page. Yet, why is it so hard to accept in my mind? Why do I get so frustrated when I’m not good at something?

Everyone must start somewhere, right?

So, while I’m approaching a level of adequacy on my current journey... today I receive an email. A dream job just posted.

A job that promises good pay, great benefits, upward mobility, travel, and is ideal for someone who’s not tied down like myself.

A transient’s dream: I want to ride the rails, and get paid.

I’ve learned an incredible amount of information about myself. About starting over. Perhaps the timing is perfect. Let’s ride.

What would you do if you were not afraid?