I stood on this very short stone wall to take this photo and got so dizzy I started to hyperventilate. Just a little.
It wasn’t that the wall was so high. Really, if I’d just let go and jumped into the carpet of clover below, it would have been a thrill!
But when I put the camera to my left eye and closed my right eye to snap the picture, for some reason, I felt out of control because I wasn’t on the ground.
I wasn’t where I felt comfortable.
After gasping, throwing my arms out for balance that I didn’t need and wishing I had the nerve to simply jump off the wall, I thought about the very tiny space that is my “comfort zone”.
It’s so darn small I can barely stretch my legs out!
I asked myself, ‘what does doing something outside of my comfort zone look like?’
(WARNING:You may be disappointed with my answers.)
Just outside my comfort zone is…
~Going into Starbucks all by myself and ordering coffee…my order is complicated and I stutter when I try to say all those words. Nine times out of ten I apologize to the Barista for my order. Yes, I really do. Sigh.
~Walking across a crowded restaurant (by myself) in high heels, if The Husband is walking with me I’m fine, I can hold onto his arm. But all by myself …well, I’ve slipped before. Just sayin.
~Jumping into the deep end of the pool…I can’t dive and I’m told I could barely save myself in a water emergency, so when I leap off the side and the cool water swallows me up…it’s out my comfort zone.
And if truth be told…it’s bliss! ( Unless I forget to hold my nose in which case I breathe in water the moment I go under and then break the surface like a launched rocket flailing, coughing and sputtering…“I’m okay” to whomever may be wondering. That’s happened so many times I can’t even count. It’s embarrassing.)
~Sitting in the passenger’s seat while The Husband drives like Mario Andretti down I 75 .(the stupidest and most dangerous Interstate in all of Georgia) I’ve been known to dump out the contents of my purse and put the empty purse right over my head so I don’t have to witness my almost certain demise. That’s a true story and it backfired, The Husband was so busy looking at people in other cars who were looking at me, that he nearly ran off the road and killed us both.
I told you, you’d be disappointed with my answers! But the point is there is a place just outside of our comfort zone that is very close to sheer bliss…and I don’t think I want to miss it!
Is there something blissful you can think of that’s just outside of your safe place?
Let’s do a little jumping today Peeps!