BESTSELF™ ICEBREAKER | Courage 11
WHERE'S THE EDGE OF YOUR COMFORT ZONE CURRENTLY?
This coming week will mark TWO YEARS of the pandemic. My home province of Ontario, Canada, went into full lockdown on 13 March 2020. In the last two years of contradiction and isolation, my comfort zone has been pretty steady.
My comfort zone includes vaccines (however many are required), an N95 mask, and surrounding myself with people who have a “we” mentality as opposed to a “me” approach to life. Is the pandemic in all its variations and inconvenient pain in the butt? Absolutely. I think that’s the only thing we can all agree on . All I know for sure is that as much as I’d like to declare its end, the virus is in charge, not my inconvenience. I have traditionally been a rebel, but the older I get and more immunocompromised (asthma, thyroid disease, blood clots) there are some things I’m not going to mess with - and that includes anything in my power to keep me and those around me healthy and safe.
That said, at this moment I’m on a beach in Turks & Caicos. I followed all of the travel precautions and safety advice and still feel like I’m pushing my well earned boundaries a bit only because, wth the exception of my spiritually enlightening trip to Newfoundland last summer during a rare “safe” pandemic window, I’ve been unusually close to home for months even to the point of cancelling our family trip to Jamaica over the holidays.
Why am I here? Other than it’s spectacular weather and water, there are a few reasons. I needed to get away from the rapidly deteriorating state of political affairs at home; the change of scenery gives me a chance to avoid the ick of March, the most depressing month of snirt (snow + dirt) and grey; and, to immerse my body in salt water a few times a day to calm my flaring psoriasis. My singular focus (as a result of my Time Genius course with Marie Forleo)for the next six months is my health. This trip addresses a few things I need to feel good: I can move better on sand than I can on ice; with zero responsibilities I can rest as much as I want in the form of sleep and dozing through my days and nights; my Kindle is loaded with beach reads and elevated chick lit (read what you want to write, right?).
With all that, I realize I am currently at the edge of my comfort zone. I suppose once I’m comfortable, I’ll move the boundary - again.
What about you? Where is the edge of your comfort zone?