occasionally always do is: question. Even when I shouldn’t. Even when I know there’s no reason to. Yet I do it. Especially regarding myself. There’s nothing in this world I question more then myself.
This is why many things are out of my comfort zone. And of course they call it “comfort zone” because it is just that, comfortable. I don’t like to make things uncomfortable. I avoid it as much as possible.
However, there are those moments when I remember to choose acting on that first instinct. When my answer to an invitation is “Yes”. After which I start hyperventilating and panicking about basically only knowing one person at that event I agreed to attend. I do this right up until the last minute before ringing the doorbell and being welcomed into the circle.
And then I realize how wrong I can be.
I realize how pushing myself out the door and right out of my comfort zone is more than beneficial. How much fun I have as soon as I get comfortable. How I do get comfortable. How getting home at 6 AM never felt quite as great. How, when someone (three guesses who?) throws the idea of taking a walk and watching the sunrise since we’re up out there, one’s friend agrees without asking why.
It’s still tough even though I’ve had numerous proofs to this end. The important thing is, I’m working on getting better at it. I’m doing my best to say “Yes” to more and more new things than I would’ve before, than I would’ve even just a year ago.
And for something completely different: don’t you just love it how/when Love turns up in the most unexpected places? Like while playing board games.