The winds at London’s Heathrow Airport were gusting at 50 mph, and the jet way swayed violently as we embarked onto the plane, much like a ship being tossed to and fro in a storm surge. Losing my footing momentarily, I wondered about the wisdom of departing in these high winds. Suddenly my phone rang, and as I chatted quickly with my partner, a former Navy officer with flight training, he reminded me that not only are the pilots trained to handle such conditions, but it’s exactly what they live for – interesting challenges that autopilot doesn’t offer any longer. Discomfort, I recalled, is when we come alive. Too much comfort can lull us into mediocrity.