I wouldn’t consider myself daring.
I’m more introverted than extroverted. I’m a planner rather than a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kind of girl. I like to play it safe instead of taking risks. I’m stubborn and a little resistant to change.
Yet, my whole life I’ve had this nagging feeling. An urge to push myself, to strive harder, to stretch myself, to better myself, to get out of my comfort zone.
It can be a vicious internal battle at times. Part of me questions, why rock the boat when things are going so great? You are happy, calm, safe. The other part, the devil on my shoulder, seduces me with the exciting possibilities of mixing life up a little and taking a leap into the unknown.
I’ve listened to this devil on many occasions as he sings Highway to the danger zone in my ear.
Sometimes I have ventured out of my comfort zone with a short sharp breath in and stifled smile excited about the unknown. These times have been life changing and given me memories I will treasure forever, like moving to the other side of the world away from my family, friends and job.
Other times, I’ve been dragged out of my comfort zone kicking and screaming. I will never forget Dave and me battling it out over a tour of Mesa Verde in Colorado. Mesa Verde is home to ancient cliff dwellings millions of miles (okay maybe not that high) off the ground perched precariously on the side of cliffs. A tour involved trekking through these villages almost touching the sky, climbing rickety ladders and crawling through tiny tunnels. Adrenalin junkie Dave couldn’t understand how terrifying it was for me, scared of heights, to even contemplate it. I did a basic tour and then sat in our hot car, sweltering and sulking as Dave had an adventure of a lifetime doing the hike which I’m sure was only recommended for crazy Kiwis 😉
By the time we drove to Utah though, I was ready to step out of my comfort zone. Together we hiked to the Delicate Arch in Arches National Park. I may have been standing as far away from the edge as I could, but I did it!
Sometimes these adventures out of my comfort zone have been exhilarating, other times they have not worked out so well. Let’s not even think about the time I cried during a sales workshop!
It doesn’t matter whether the outcome has been good or bad. At the end of the day, I’ve felt proud of myself for what I achieved on a personal level. I pushed myself. I helped myself grow.
I’m not sure what gives me the urge to step out of my comfort zone. Maybe it’s a lifetime of being shy. Maybe I want to show people what I really am capable of. Maybe it’s because I know life is not a dress rehearsal.
Tonight, I’ve been invited out to dinner with some gorgeous girls I’ve met in blog land. It will be the first time we meet IRL. When invited, I instantly said yes, and then the doubt quickly followed. Christ, what have you agreed to? You’re a scaredy cat driver to start off with. You will be a ball of sweat by the time you make the drive from Brissie to the Coast. And have you forgotten how shy you are?
I’ve pushed this negative self talk out of my head though, as I know this step out of my comfort zone will be more than worth it. I honestly can not wait to meet the inspirational and generous Josefa from always Josefa and the ever hilarious and talented Emily from Have a laugh on me. Who knows who else I will be lucky enough to meet? I’m sure this step out of my comfort zone will be another amazing memory to add to my list.
For me, stepping out of my comfort zone doesn’t mean jumping out of a plane or climbing to the highest peak. It’s the little things that are big things for me. I know that I’ve won whenever I have done even the tiniest thing that stretches me. It is then that I know I’ve entered the danger zone 😉
When Dave read this post (he reads every post before I publish) he quoted mountaineer Jim Whittaker – If you’re not living on the edge, you’re taking up too much space.
Do you find it hard to venture out of your comfort zone?