At some point in time I saw this image and it really stuck with me.
Yes, life really does start outside of your comfort zone and if you stay inside of that little bubble, comfortable is all you’ll ever be. Yes, comfortable is nice. I like a comfortable couch, bed, chair, etc. But don’t you want to feel more than just comfortable in life? Doesn’t exhilarated sound better?
It does to me!
I have a fear of heights. A knee-wobbling, chin-trembling fear of heights. I often have the uneasy feeling, if I’m up high somewhere, that I’m just going to spontaneously trip and plunge to my death. Good times. It’s one of the things that made me nervous about my 10K race, knowing I had to run across the bridge. In the end it was not the least bit scary and I was over the moon that I ran it.
Despite this fear of heights, for the longest time I’ve had an incredible urge to try ziplining. Something about it looked so amazing, so full of freedom and endorphins and excitement. Imagine my surprise when we went down to the waterfront for the Halifax Buskers Festival and I discovered they had a zipline station set up. All of a sudden I had an opportunity (and one that only cost seven bucks) to try something I’d been dying to do for years.
Well then. Time to put my money where my mouth is and get on with it. It almost didn’t happen since we bought tickets only to have everything on the boardwalk shut down due to lightning across the harbour. We waited it out though and finally they announced they were setting back up and I was in line waiting to get geared up so I could scare the hell out of myself on purpose.
Once I got up to the top I was on my own. Others were going in pairs but there was no one coming with me so I bravely walked up the steps. When I got to the top, the guy who was hooking up the person in front of me took one look at me and started to laugh. I asked if it was that obvious that I was scared and he said, “just a bit.” True enough!
The girl on the crew got me hooked up and gave me instructions, then started to open the door. Being all alone I asked if she felt like coming down with me so I’d have someone with me. She said she would have loved to but the guy at the bottom had already raised the wires so she couldn’t. I stepped to the ledge, decided it wasn’t really so bad after all, and then told her to push me. She asked if I was sure and I said I wasn’t terrified but I was nervous enough that I didn’t think I could run off hard enough to go as fast as I should, so I said yes – please push me. One mighty shove and I was feeling a bit like a bird.
The second I touched down I was full of regret that I couldn’t go again. That evening I came home and looked up places around Halifax to go ziplining some day in the future and I absolutely intend to do it repeatedly, any chance that I get. It was insanely fun.
There was a split second as I climbed the last step where I wondered how pathetic it would be for me to turn around and walk right back down but I pushed through, stepped – zipped! – right out of my comfort zone, and confronted one of my fears head-on.
It was a pretty amazing feeling.
What does stepping out of your comfort zone mean for you?