I think it’s safe to say that Maui has completely obliterated my comfort zone.
In addition to the bus, my other mode of transportation these days are leaps of faith. From one steadfast fear to another, I’ve leapt again and again; and looking back to where I started this journey six months ago, it’s amazing to see just how much ground I’ve covered.
*leap* Middle schoolers.
I’d like to think that, by now, I passed Maui’s
hazing test and can now leap less and luxuriate more. Alas…
…based on today, I don’t think so.
Or maybe, just maybe, the goal of all this fear-raising rigmarole is to teach me how to luxuriate within the leaps. How to face my fears with finesse. How to – it’s trite, but apparently true – go with the flow.
Ugh. (I meant, yay.)
And maybe, just maybe, I’m also learning that my true comfort zone is much bigger than I once envisioned; and that the bigger my comfort zone is, the harder it is for me fear. Not that I’m completely fearless, but I do fear less.
Hmm. Maybe that’s the goal.
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