I love comfort. I always look for ways to enhance my comfort. My clothing is comfortable....I love nice soft, flowing fabrics. My family room sofa is verrrrrry comfortable. My bed is the all-time pinnacle of comfort. All of these things, and many more, are consciously chosen and thoroughly enjoyed.
There's nothing wrong with being comfortable, yet there are also some benefits of being uncomfortable.
As we stretch ourselves into experiencing things that are unfamiliar, it can be uncomfortable. Whether the experiences are professional, educational, social, recreational or as in my recent case, technical, trying new things where we are not already competent, secure and talented, reminds us that there is more to learn and discover. The joyful benefit of willfully stepping into discomfort is that we are often surprised by the results.
A dreaded social engagement that was out of your comfort zone, can be the opportunity to meet the person of your dreams. A professional discomfort can introduce you to a whole new part of yourself where some unknown talents were hiding. A never before experienced sport can bring out a new sense of athletic confidence and enjoyment.
If you don't try it, you'll never know, so I encourage you to look for something that makes you uncomfortable and give it a shot. If nothing else, you will have a new interesting story to tell and I guarantee your joy level will go up regardless of the results.
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Hey Kate, Yes, leaving the comfort zone for a bit is a good thing...and always nice to remember that it will be right there waiting to embrace you again after you s-t-r-e-t-c-h...I've added yourg blog to my google reader account so I can keep up with your blog....thanks for all you are sharing...Love, Beverly
Hi Bev....yes, it is wonderful that we can reap the benefits of both as you will see in last evening's entry.
Love to you,
Kate
My notes for today just seem to fit your subject so here they are:
I am counting the days (28) until my next doctor's apt. when I will learn more about the progress of my back.
I will tell you before the car accident I was known as the Eagle, quick, active and maybe a little sharp. Well the Eagle is learning the lessons of the Turtle. Wearing his shell I have had to walk on the earth slowly, see and experience things that bring up fear in me.
I will share what I am learning about my fear. Fear at its core for me involves feelings of guilt...the what if's of life. Many of my what if's give me an illusion that my past or present choices matter. Now I am not saying to do anything you choose because nothing matters, what I am saying is it is my reaction to my choices that matter.
Small example: Every night I experience the freedom from this back brace. In this state I am happy and relaxed. When it goes on in the morning I immediately feel a sense of loss, imprisonment and a constant reminder of my accident. Now I can choose to believe my initial reaction, which I have much support from others to affirm or I can choose to experience the reality..."I am no different before I put the brace on then after. Believing I am is to believe a lie." At this point I forgive myself for believing a lie and walk free. I am so blessing to be a turtle for a time and have this constant reminder to see the real me. I must choose every second to forgive myself...and forgive others as soon as it comes to my mind.
So the turtle says to you this day,"What is your shell...the thing, person or feeling you unnecessarily use to support your false thinking?"
Thank you my friend for being there and helping me to lift my shell. I hope this helps you lift yours.
Hello Lost in Leetonia...thanks for checking in. Your experience in the "shell" seems to be providing many lessons for you. I appreciate your sharing them. Apparently, we must first know what our shell is before we can lift it.
Love,
Kate
Hello Lost in Leetonia...thanks for checking in. Your experience in the "shell" seems to be providing many lessons for you. I appreciate your sharing them. Apparently, we must first know what our shell is before we can lift it.
Love,
Kate
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