Waking Up in a Different Time Zone

One day I fell asleep in North Carolina and several months later, just like on TV, woke up in California. But unlike your favorite series, it wasn’t a clean cut. It wasn’t easy or without pain.  If you are still with me after this extended hiatus you are either very patient or, more likely, related to me but either way thanks for hanging around. We’ll now resume where we left off, tackling the 100 THINGS TO DO BEFORE YOU GROW UP. This week’s challenge is to STEP OUTSIDE OF YOUR COMFORT ZONE.

Let’s be honest, this is pretty much a staple of adulthood. As you get older you realize that you can somewhat design your life to minimize encountering situations that require you to step outside your comfort zone. I was probably 24 years old before I realized that I actually didn’t have to ride roller coasters if I didn’t want to.  But with this challenge I feel like I’ve stumbled onto what is probably the existential test of the average person’s life: how to balance comfort and security with continued growth and purpose. Now, I’m no self-help expert so if you are expecting me to give you some timely tools to help you with this I’m going to assume that you are new to this blog and assign you the chore of reading the earlier posts and then going to the library for the latest self-help title.

The book suggests trying a new food, talking to someone you’ve never met, or exploring somewhere you’ve never been.  It says you’ll never know what you’re truly capable of until you push beyond your boundaries a little bit.  I agree. I’ve gotten better at trying new foods as I’ve aged, I’m embarrassed to say that sometimes I am that person who chats up the next person in line and I like to explore places I’ve never been.  These are good comfort zones to expand as a kid.  Life as a military spouse requires a fair amount of time outside the comfort zone. I have learned a couple of things, both as a military spouse and just a participant in life. 1. Discomfort is okay, it’s temporary and usually not as bad as you expected. 2. Always look forward.  My kids know that “Don’t look back” is a long-standing motto of mine, usually deployed upon seeing an animal hovering at the edge of a highway. If we can’t stop something from happening without hurting ourselves our best recourse is to not look back. I guess what I’m saying is, don’t torture yourself over things you can’t change. 3. Who am I kidding? I don’t have a number three.

Sometimes pushing yourself means trying tripe or attending a conference where you know no one. Other times life gives you a push.  For the first time in 27 years I am living in a house without any of my kids. Not only do they not live with me, they live on the other side of the country. Now, I know that many people have it much worse. I have friends living in other countries that put their college student on a plane in August and don’t see them again until June. Comparing one person’s trials against another’s is a long and deep rabbit hole that I have no interest in digging.  What I’m saying is that I am outside my comfort zone and I’m doing ok. Next week I’ll spend the first Thanksgiving, since I had kids, without kids.   But, I’m happy that they will all be together. And, I know that we will all be together again. I’m embracing the discomfort, enjoying time as an empty nester with my co-empty nester, and not looking back. It’s been exciting to watch as my little people have developed into big people. More importantly, developed into good people. The kind of solid people that you spend a lifetime of love and patience, mistakes and worry, pain and joy, hoping you’ll end up with.

So, how big is your comfort zone?  Are you a roller coaster rider? A raw fish eater? An empty nester?  I’d love to hear your experiences. If you did look back on that road and what you saw wasn’t pleasant please keep it to yourself and I won’t say I told you so.

Before you go…I’m well aware that “don’t look back” could be construed as encouraging denial as a coping tool.  Your point is?


7 thoughts on “Waking Up in a Different Time Zone

  1. I’ve missed this blog! ❤️ I am a 100% creature of habit ~ that being said – not a risk taker, I take comfort in routine. I get up at 6am everyday (even on Sat) and scoop the litter box, make coffee, feed my dog boys. I eat the same thing at every restaurant I go to and eat two fiber bars a day at the exact same time every single day. I’ve never had the opportunity to travel…so milling a bookstore alone is a grand adventure for me…I am the hermit at the grocery – I avoid eye contact and pray no one speaks to me. Don’t get me started about chatty people on planes. Lol. All of that being said…change is scary for me; as I’m sliding towards the empty nest thing..your words resonated. Anyway, I’m up for the challenge – going to travel in the next couple weeks for only the second time out of the country in my life. This will be HUGELY out of my comfort zone. I will keep you posted! I’m not going to try tripe – I’m 50% sure it’s an intestine and 50% sure it’s a fish of some sort. I will google when I finish this LONG response. You are hilarious and am glad you are back! 😍

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  2. We’ll be thinking of you on your solo Thanksgiving; this will be a memory for you, like the time when we were newly married, living in a different state, and had Thanksgiving dinner at Morrison’s Cafeteria (along with other homeless people) before going to a Billy Joel concert. It was actually pretty sad, but we made the best of it and still remember that experience fondly. Don’t look back is not the worst advice; especially when it allows you to keep looking forward.

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  3. I love this. I love the vulnerability you risked by sharing. I’m a lover of adventure, but I hate change. Weird, right? Give me my familiar and constant foundation and I can go anywhere and do anything as long as I can come back to rest there. But, pull that foundation up and my world is shaken. I admire you. I admire the strength and resilience you’ve shown over the years. ❤️

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