The Comfort Zone is the Worst Zone to be in
I took a sales class last semester. I hate sales. It's my biggest fear to be a saleswoman. (Ok I'm being a tad dramatic but you get the point). I took the dang class to explore why I was terrified, why salespeople bothered the heck out of me. I wanted to drop the course almost everyday I was there. However, I learned more from this class than almost any other class I took during my 3 and a half years in college.
I kid you not, I am so much better at public speaking, talking to professionals, dealing with customers at my current job and understanding the difference between a salesperson who just needs the money and one who seriously wants to help you.
I challenged myself and am happier and stronger because of it, imagine that.
I have always been so worried about making everyone else happy and playing safe with my actions and words. I just wanted to skate by and not cross any boundaries and be okay with anything. Okay with my weight, okay with my messy hair, okay with wearing big t-shirts and leggings every single day. And these things are nothing to be ashamed of, but these are what made me comfortable. These things to me were just "okay."
But I want more than okay. I want great, unique, fun, different. I want life to be filled with things that make me challenge myself. When someone asks me "how's life?" I want to be able to say more than just "okay."
When we move past what makes us comfortable, we can find what makes us HAPPY.
Story time. I moved into a very expensive apartment last year. I love my place; it's my home. My job where I am next in line to getting promoted is right across the street, my school is right down the road, all my friends are right around the corner. I'm content. But, not happy.
What if I told you I threw all of this away? Because I did. Why? Because although I felt content, I wasn't happy.
I graduate in May. I'm ditching all I have here to go back to where I came from; central FL. Some place I thought I would never call home again. I'm looking at houses to buy, which is something that terrifies me. I might be moving back home for a little if this whole house thing doesn't work out, which isn't always the easiest thing to do when you've been on your own for so long. I am transferring stores and essentially starting all over, again. I am continuing my job that I don't need a degree for, yet I spent thousands of dollars on a degree.
So why am I doing all of this?
Because I know I need to do something for ME that makes ME happy. Happiness for me comes from being with family, going to theme parks, downtown life, small town feel with big city neighbors. Central FL makes me happy. Fort Myers, does not. The things here make me content, but not HAPPY.
Do I know for sure that moving will make me truly happy? No. Do I get excited at the thought of moving and feel happy thinking about it? Yes. Is it just the change I am anxious for that makes me feel sparks of happy? Maybe. But, point is, you need to give it a shot to really know.
If there is something that you have been wanting to do, do it. Do what you day dream about. Go where you want to go. Don't let your comfort hold you back. Be happy, not comfortable. Be driven, not lazy. Be bold, not content.
I encourage you to go out and do what makes you uncomfortable. And let me know how you do that. It can be anything. Change your hair color, go to that new gym you've been wanting to try, get a nose ring. Whatever you're scared to do, but want to so bad, just do the dang thing. I'm rooting for you and I'm excited to hear your story.
Life is too short.
Make change your BISH.
xoxo,
Aubs
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