Thursday, May 19, 2011
Comfort is NOT the Point or Why I Insist on Busting through Fears
I am not here to be comfortable.
I know; it sounds crazy. I love comfort. I love good food and good wine and calm schedules and pretty clothes and soft beds.
And I have a whole lot of that in my privileged life.
That is not the kind of comfort I am talking about.
I am not here to be comfortable in my spiritual life.
I am here to be challenged.
One of the new ways I practice challenge in my life is to be on the lookout for Fear Busting Opportunities. As I have written about, fear is now my guide.
When I sense a fear, I contemplate the growth the could come with facing it head on. Walking with it, instead of around it.
I fear leaving the house and going to a workshop, so I do it and that changes me on some elemental level.
Recently, I was looking at someone's photos of some very exotic travel. (The place is not important.)
Though I loved the photos, every fear bell in my body was going off. Red flags were popping up and in and around and through me. My heart started to race a bit. Anxiety flooded my system.
And then I got even more anxious because I realized what all of this meant: I am called by fear to travel. Somewhere out of my comfort zone. By myself. (With a group maybe for security reasons but not with Marcy, not with anyone who knows "me." The idea is to leave behind preconceived notions of self and see what happens.)
So I am finally filling out my passport paperwork. And I am researching possibility though it scares the crap out of me every time I watch a video and click on a new link to a new place.
Where would you go if you could go anywhere? I am officially open to suggestions.