Ever since I saw this on Etsy, it has been spinning around in my head. When was the last time I was out of my comfort zone? I can think of a few times in the past couple of years, but creating a shortlist isn’t going to get me off the hook with this one. In reality I do everything possible NOT to leave my comfort zone. It feels safe there, because I am usually in control and pretty competent. It’s predictable and manageable. While there is a place for all of these things, they aren’t getting me closer to living the life I’ve imagined. Changing my diet and starting yoga were both out of my comfort zone, but I tried them because I felt I had no other options. I was desperate to feel better. It shouldn’t need to come to that before I am willing to try something new.
What’s the cause? Is it a loss of spontaneity? Is it a general aversion to risk? Is this what happens as you get older? Is this just a precursor to the decades to come? I hope not. Maybe that thought alone will be enough to get me out there trying new things and putting myself in different situations. I want to keep growing and exploring. I want transformation. That doesn’t come by doing the same things you have always done over and over again. Transformation is the result of real, meaningful change.
Where does the resistance come from? What’s the source? Whatever it is, I don’t have time for it. As Mary Oliver asks in her poem The Summer Day, “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with this one wild and precious life?” Staying safe and sound in a controlled environment seems to miss the mark. So where do I go from here? First I’m going to dig up that bucket list I made when I was 19. I am certain that my 19 year old self had some things on the list that I have forgotten about and would find utterly terrifying. Then I’m going to be mindful of the worries that keep me from stepping out of my comfort zone and really living. Ready or not, here I come! What’s waiting for you?