That's a tough one. I'm a bit of a risk taker. Remember the skydiving fiasco? My comfort zone is as shattered as my foot.
Recently, I'd say trying kayaking for the first time. I didn't fall in!
That's a tough one. I'm a bit of a risk taker. Remember the skydiving fiasco? My comfort zone is as shattered as my foot.
Recently, I'd say trying kayaking for the first time. I didn't fall in!
I agree with Danae. It seems like the older I get the more I come out of my comfort zones. With me my comfort zone boundaries pushed are usually in my ministry, my parenting, my healing and my growth in letting go of fears. I don't think I will ever be a sky diving person 😉 but I may just jump off that diving board before the summers over! 😆
Every day I come to work. Sometimes leaving the house is hard. It's been a challenge since I now have a granddaughter - when she starts walking, she'll be wanting to go outside more, so I'm a work in progress. Never really gets better - I just try not to have it paralyze me.
Each and every moment I exist.
The ball game is comfort and why would I want push it? All the trouble I take is for comfort.
Last summer I stood knee -deep in a lake as my toes dug into the unknown mire. My swimming anxiety was overwelming. I sat on a rock and the waves were making me dizzy. But after some self talk, I dove in and I swam. The exhilarating feeling of " I did it ! " was so intense.
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