Thanks for joining me for another edition of Stepping Outside My Comfort Zone. This month, there’s one big way I S T R E T C H E D myself in March but want to give it a post all it’s own. It might even take 2 posts to do it justice. So, for today, I will just share a couple of little things I did that had me venturing outside the box this month.
It’s probably the (retired) librarian in me that likes to support my posts with articles written by ‘experts’ on whatever the subject. Whatever the ‘why’ behind it, here’s an article that speaks to how stepping outside your comfort zone can make you a better person. Or at least a better version of the good person you already are!! My activity last month is a good example of this. And a number of you commented that attending a women’s event at church alone where you knew no one would be a big step outside your comfort zone, too.
Here’s what I gained from last month’s stretch beyond my comfort zone:
- Received inspiration from the message of guest speaker Wendy Treat.
- Made 2 new friends.
- Took time to think about and work on a vision board.
- Purchased a book that I will be using in my morning quiet time that I might not otherwise have discovered.
Don’t you agree, that’s quite the return on my investment venturing into something a little unfamiliar and scary.
Stepping Outside My Comfort Zone, 03.2019
Staged a Silent Protest
If we’ve been blog buds for any length of time, you are at least somewhat familiar with our pool troubles. We had an in-ground pool built in 02.2017 and before the pool was even filled with water, we began having issues…with equipment, electricity, gas, the pergola, and our deck concrete and pool plaster. I could write a book.
We hired a lawyer and he turned out to be a total incompetent. And now we can’t afford to hire another. On, and on, and on this goes. I won’t bore you with more details other than to say I am in touch with a TV station, the BBB, other pool owners, and the El Paso Department of Planning and Inspections trying to get help. And a few weeks ago, after sitting at city hall for a bit and then at the BBB, I bought a neon pink poster board and wide tip marker, made a sign and paced in front of the pool builder’s office.
My daughters were worried for my physical safety when they heard what I had done. So I haven’t gone back out again. But the poster is in my car and, if the weather permits, protesting might just be on my agenda this week.
Participate in Art in the Park
It’s funny – and a little bit creepy – that Facebook and Google know what I am interested in and present opportunities for me to participate in events or buy items based on those interests. Is that SEO? Are those cookies? Is it hocus pocus? Whatever it is, I kept seeing notification on Facebook about Art in the (Tom Mays/Franklin Mountains) Park. I took the bait and registered.
We participants met with a park ranger on the west side of the mountain on a Wednesday afternoon. The event was advertised as ‘kid-friendly’; as a result, I was the only adult participant. The others were elementary aged children with their parents and grandparents. The wind was fierce, with gusts that blew our paints and glasses of water about like feathers. Spent a very quick hour painting, while trying to keep everything from blowing away. But I really enjoyed myself.
Table for One
A few days before PC was scheduled to fly home from Washington, I had a hankering for a salad and beer. Decided to walk up to Wing Daddy’s for dinner. Took along my Kindle in order to read a chapter of It’s Never Too Late to Begin Again and my memoir notebook to write in. Asked for an out-of-the-way table and was seated in a corner close to the bar. Completely enjoyed my happy hour Shock Top beer and my Uptown salad with grilled chicken. Read and wrote and watched basketball on the TV above my table. Walked home before it got completely dark.
You might be asking how these 3 activities made me a better version of me. And that’s a good question. To which I would respond:
- Closed doors began to open. The protesting introduced me to more families who have had issues with their Silver Springs pool. Misery loves company. Ha! And something got Silver Springs’ attention because they came out to my house last week to reinspect the pool. It is still a mess as I type this, however.
- You sharpen unused skills. My painting ‘talents’ are rusty and primitive but so were the art supplies I was given to use. And yet, I still painted!
- You can laugh in fear’s face. Or eat in fear’s face. It is scary for me to go somewhere like Wing Daddy’s alone. The clientele on a this weekday late afternoon in March was mostly men watching basketball with other men. When I was younger, I would have been terrified of being hit on. But that never happens any more, for the good and the bad, so I didn’t have that concern. I was tucked into a corner where the waitress didn’t see me so I had to flag her down – kind of uncomfortable. But the rest of my date with myself went well. And boy, did that beer taste good.
What have you done recently to stretch yourself beyond the familiar, daily routine of life? Won’t you share by linking up a related blog post below?
A 30 year-old me would never have done any of these things. Well, possibly the protesting. Certainly not the other activities. So maybe stepping outside my comfort zone is an acquired skill? But whatever your age, I would compel you to try something that makes you s t r e t c h in this shiny new month of April. Then come back to tell us about it!
Thank you for spending a few minutes here with me. Kick your April off with the best day!
Hugs and kisses,