This is what it’s like. This is growth. Continually stepping out of one comfort zone into spaces that become the next. When I left my home at 22 after having been treated like a child under house arrest for most of my life, everything I did that was normal for adults scared me almost to death. So I learned to be comfortable with being uncomfortable, to do things that frightened me because they were things I wanted to do, to continually step out of my comfort zone. The crazy thing is, I wonder if I had grown up in a home that supported my desires and dreams, and I had grown up doing the things that interested me and those had become my comfort zone, would I be in the same place of rapid growth that I have been in the last 15 years? I am seriously not sure. I don’t know if I’d be as eager to learn a new sport, try a new skill, consider new ways of seeing the world, or push myself to do things that scare me. Maybe. Maybe I would. But the years of trying to catch up to where I might have been if I hadn’t been held back established a good pattern of continually embracing growth and expansion. And for that I am grateful.
I have been sitting here, thinking about this EXACT thing, all afternoon. Different story, but the same comfort zone.
I have a post that has been sitting for 2 days, unpublished, because of comfort zones.
Thanks for sharing π
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Yay! I am happy to be of encouragement. It’s amazing how we go through things at the same time to help each other along the way. I want to read your post when you publish it. π
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Thanks for sharing you moment…i love the way you take readers into confidence and betray the most intimate of your thoughts. Keep inspiring the world with your life stories.
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Thank you, bro! That means a lot.
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