being in a state of physical or mental comfort; contented and undisturbed; at ease
We all strive to be comfortable, whether it is conscious or not. It may be a desire to fit in, to acclimate to a certain lifestyle, or even just to find that right pair of sweatpants. And when we are there we know it, and it makes us happy. But then what? Do we ever find that we are too comfortable? Oh my gosh.. is that possible? We know everyone around, all the back roads, the secret menus, where to get the best deals, the name of the gas station attendant, etc. After living in my town for 23 years I have decided that yes, it is possible to be too comfortable. Now what can I do about it? I can take small steps and slowly inch myself away or I can take a giant leap and immerse myself into a whole new world. I’ve decided to do the latter. It’s time to break apart every inch of my comfort zone and start from the ground up. To recreate my world and hopefully at the same time, learn who I really am without the pleasures of familiar comfort.
A new city. Currently I could list for you the ten best restaurants, their price range, the best item on the menu, and the name of my favorite waiter.
A new language. I’m so comfortable with English I’ve started making up my own slang.
New people. I can tell the best way to approach somebody just by looking at them, I can tell you a lot about them based on their handshake, and by the end of a conversation I could tell you if they are somebody I would want to hang out with again.
New culture. How much of my life do I want to spend working to live… What would it be like to live and then work?
New transportation. I love my car to death but I’ve definitely started to take advantage of it.. and from what I hear, it isn’t really helping our problems with the environment.
The list goes on but I think my point is clear. All of this has led me to my upcoming adventure in Spain. In a couple months I will uproot myself from everything I know. Everything that is comfortable to me will become a memory and I will become a new slate ready to be marked by the world. Don’t get me wrong, I’m completely scared out of my mind! But isn’t that the fun of it? Would it be argued that fear is the opposite of comfort? So taking my fear and my desire to grow, I will go run with the bulls! Well, maybe I will just ride a bull… figuratively. I have some life lessons that have shown me how to hold on and survive the bumps but I know at least once, if not twice, or a thousand times, I will fall off the bull. Yet I assure you that the next thing I do will be to dust myself and hop back on that ride.