Do I enjoy being miserable? I think so. I think I thrive on it. I think it makes me feel more alive. When I’m comfortable and content, something inside of me dies a little. I can’t handle the stability. I can’t tolerate the sameness of everyday, ordinary life. I need to keep pushing against the edge. I need challenge and adventure. I need the constant stimulation of something new, something different. I need gravity. Astronauts’ muscles atrophy without gravity. They can only stay in space for so long or they will die. Bees die when they’re taken to space because they need air resistance to flap their wings. Without resistance, they die. Without resistance, we die. We may not always enjoy misery as it comes into our lives, but we need it. We need mental and emotional gravity as much as we need physical gravity. Everyone has their own tolerance level, and each has their own measure of faith. We each experience life’s gravity in its fullness as we grow stronger in equal proportion with our ability to exercise grace.