Today’s prompt for the Blog Everyday in July Challenge is about explaining how you’ve stepped out of your comfort zone in 2014. It’s safe to say I pretty much always stay in my comfort zone, I don’t really like conflict, I am afraid of heights and mice, and sometimes clam up meeting new people (though I think I hide that one pretty well) so this one is going to be a little tough for me to write on, but I’ll give it a whirl.
Conquering Heights – I recently participated in the 5K Foam Fest with two great friends, who post-race, pre-beer convinced me to conquer a fear of heights, of getting hurt, and of pure embarrassment by jumping from the Sky Fall. I watched at least 5 people chicken out before we even went up the stairs to the platform and something inside me told me “you’ve only got one opportunity to do it, just do it, what’s the worst that could happen” then the devil on my shoulder told me “you could break your neck, your nose, your leg, etc.” As we walked up the stairs to the platform I stayed where I couldn’t see the landing pad and waited for the gentlemen in charge to tell me the previous victim was safely on the ground and off the pad. I nodded, stepped onto the platform, confirmed the appropriate form and JUMPED. .00000002 seconds later I was on the landing pad with all my bones in tact and only a slightly racing heart. I did it! Fear conquered, well at least in the moment.
Trying not to sweat the small stuff/overcoming anxiety – last summer I had my second bout of anxiety (my 1st bout had been the summer before after a breakup of sorts). My grandmother slipped and fell on June 19, 2013 and spent the better part of the summer giving us quite the scare. From recovering from the fall (staples in the head) to needing surgery to moving into a nursing home to being rushed back to the hospital and being accepted into hospice all to make what we like to a call a miraculous recovery in early August. It wasn’t until this all happened that I realized what my grandmother meant to me and how upset I would be (and was) if something were to happen to her and she no longer be with us. She’d helped me out financially more than I ever really knew as a kid, she confided in me a few things I don’t think my mom or aunt will ever know during our car rides to and from NH during the 7 years my parents have been living there, she thought I was a better carpenter/DIYer than my uncle or my dad would ever be and commissioned me often to put together things and hang pictures always overpaying me and taking me to lunch to celebrate a job well done. She’s doing semi-good these days – still cracking jokes whenever I see her, but her scare caused me lots of anxiety. I didn’t want to pick the phone up anytime my mom called in fear she’d say something happened, I learned who really noticed something was off with me, and I learned that what I was feeling was anxiety. More importantly I learned how to deal with situations that cause me anxiety; my bed works wonders (ha!) and so does talking it out and having been working on how not to sweat the small stuff like cancelled plans or misunderstandings or just general irritations, none of those things matter in the grand scheme of things! I also refer to this sign I’ve got hanging in my cube…
I think it’s important to step out of your comfort zone, you learn more about yourself and how you deal with situations and sometimes you get to accomplish things you never thought you could. I’ll be following along with ‘Cause you got have Faith as she she challenges her self to do something new each month and will do an update if I do anything wild n crazy and outside of the comfort zone!
Who else misses Wild & Crazy Kids on Nickelodeon and thinks their stunts would help us break out of comfort zone as adults?
Do you step out of your comfort zone?
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