I had an opportunity to get out of my comfort zone. To throw caution to the wind and have a jaunty “come what may” attitude. I was going to leap off the proverbial ledge and start a new adventure.
My comfort zone enwrapped me like a familiar hug, and I didn’t want to let go. I couldn’t let go. I took in the fragrant homey smells of the known life and they juxtaposed with the alarming scent of the unknown.
I don’t like change. I never have. Many a time, I have had to push myself out of what is the steadiness of my spirit, and just go for it. Go for that school, go for that interview, go for that job, go for what is uncharted.
And then there are times when changing is just too much. I panic. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I try to have faith, but the more I try, the more I feel like I am on a rollercoaster about to feel the drop.
My comfort zone is what it is. It is my internal compass. When my world growing up, had a tendency to spiral out of control, it is what kept me going. It is what keeps me out of the proverbial fire and brings me a sense of calm.
So, I said no to the change. The change of my landscape, my territory, my world. I said no to the unfamiliar and gave what I already know to be revealed, a big welcoming hello.
I may be on the road less travelled, but it’s all I know.
And I’m okay with that.