Comfort. I’ve been thinking a lot about this word lately. Particularly, when it pertains to my comfort zone. Physically and mentally, mine is on the smaller side, and I really, really like it. I like being in the comfort of my own home, and I’m not the best at roughing it. I like being prepared, and I fear the unknown. I like having a plan and a routine, and flexibility isn’t one of my predominant characteristics. I like clean and organized, and I’m kind of a germaphobe. So, the idea of turning my life upside down, leaving my home and my comfort zone, to move onto a boat and welcome a whole slew of “character building” exercises into my daily life, is quite frankly, frightening. It keeps me up at night.
How will I keep things clean if we’re constantly worried about conserving water? Am I ever going to feel clean again? (You might laugh, but I am seriously concerned about this.) How will we maintain a well balanced diet when I don’t know where or when we will be buying food next, or what our options will be when we do? How are we going to find our way around a new town (without a car), over and over again? Will I constantly be on edge thinking “what if… what if…what if?” Will my resistance and fear of things outside of my comfort zone overshadow this opportunity of a lifetime?
|my kitchen and front door. yes, please do step your dirty feet right onto my food prep space. (obviously, the faucet was still missing at this point.)|
|my bed. I mean, our bed.|
Because, while I know that it is an exciting opportunity of a lifetime, I also know that it’s going to be the biggest character building opportunity I’ve encountered so far in my life. From a distance, taking several months off to live on a boat and sail down the coast sounds like a life of relaxation and ease. But up close, it also still looks a lot like real life, in a tight space, without any of the ammenities of home, where everyday activities take a lot more thought and effort, with fun and excitement hopefully sandwiched somewhere in between. I’m not complaining. I mean, not yet anyway. But I’m trying to be realistic about the whole situation in the hopes of preparing myself for being unprepared.
So, you’d better hold on, Comfort Zone. Cause me and you, we’ve got a whole lot of growing to do.