That Pesky Comfort Zone

She came she saw, she conquered, well figuratively speaking of course. Sometimes I wonder why we are always told to go outside of our comfort zone, that’s where growth happens. Is it? Why do we need to suffer to grow? Comfort isn’t such a bad thing, life is gonna dish out lessons regardless. Sure it’s always good to shake things up a bit, so comfort doesn’t become stagnant. I have a fear of public speaking, it has taken aging out of giving care to accomplish it at a small scale. Years of forcing myself through panic attacks did nothing to help.

I do actively step out of my comfort zone through smaller steps . I also celebrate the small wins. I spent 4 hours doing body art for Halloween and went amongst a crowd of people. I have terrible social anxiety so achieving this was a big win. I plan to put my artwork more actively out into the public and this will be a tough one since doing so online versus real life is so different and more interactive. Small steps are the only way I could hope to do it. By the way, did any of you go do that random thing yet? I sure hope you do, I hope you go do a thing you have thought about doing, put your reservations aside for a day. See an old friend. Spend the day with a parent if you are blessed to have one still, doing something fun something you both enjoyed when you were younger like fishing. Have a beer together and hang out.