I love doing things. Exploring. Or do I? I’d like to think that I do, but maybe I’ve just gotten to comfortable. I’m scared of change, scared of things not following my plans. Recently when I’ve been offered to do things my first reaction is to freeze. Unknown territory. I’m not used to di this. I feel unwilling to do them. a million things go through my head; what will a wear? do I have to pack? what snacks should I bring? What time do I have to leave? When Will I get home? What time do I have to get up the day after? Should I eat before? Will I get tired?
What would I rather do? Be “safe”. Be at home. In my confy-zone. Now that is a bit pathetic. Starting this blog was a big step outside of my comfort zone, and it has brought to me a lot of joy and purpose. I love this little thing that I have, trying to twice about happiness, and hopefully inspire people to do the same. To show the world that happiness and love is for everyone, every day.
So, maybe my comfort zone is not the place where it al happens. Maybe outside of it is where I need to be. Not all the time, but sometimes. I need to open my mind up to new things, and change the way I view them. I will openly accept any adventure (maybe not sleeping away from home yet), and have a positive attitude towards them. Because as much as I love my routines, I think that sometimes they hold me back. I don’t want to be that person who was too scared to do shit. I’m not her.