If those 'soul-scribe' moments are both the brushstrokes *and* the canvas, and *you* are becoming the art, then isn't discomfort just the feeling of being stretched into something bigger, grander, more breathtakingly you? The masterpiece isn't pain-free; it’s *pain-full*, teeming with the life that only comes from weathering the storm, and choosing, again and again, to paint on.