Breaking Out of The Comfort Zone

One thing about me is I will always have a burning, hateful passion towards Tuesdays. It started in high school, it's almost like I have a curse where every Tuesday is just a weird or miserable day. I coined the term Therapy Tuesday from the worst Tuesday I ever recall having. It was March of my senior year in high school and I had skipped my first period class for the hundredth time that semester to go over to my boyfriend's dad's house. Him and I came up with the idea that we would walk in late to school and claim we were at "therapy". I had a lacrosse game that night and my coach, who also happened to be my mother, had found out that I skipped class that morning and she had also found out the reason why, so I ended up being benched. We got home from the game and that's when I was really in deep trouble. I am not sure why I thought that it was such a good idea to first, skip class and second, skip class to sleep with my boyfriend. That was actually one of the dumbest things I could have done but you live and you learn. At a certain point into my sophomore year in college, I called my mom in a full out mental breakdown, on a Tuesday of course. I always told her I hate Tuesdays and she told me that it is all in my head, I have so much built up around Therapy Tuesdays because of one bad time in my life. We decided that I had to rebrand Therapy Tuesdays so it wasn't such a bad thing anymore. I started with dressing cute on Tuesdays (look good, feel good). Then I created a YouTube channel called Therapy Tuesdays which I never really followed through with. Now, I'm here starting a blog and this is my new, happy Therapy Tuesday. 

Fear

When I think about the rebrand of Therapy Tuesdays, I think about stepping outside of the comfort zone. I have always dreamed quite large but have held onto the fear that I am not good enough to reach that dream. When I was sixteen, I would preach that living a life in fear was not a life worth living. I had fully convinced myself that I was living fearlessly but in reality I just wasn't challenging myself to step outside of the comfort zone. Obviously I wasn't going to fear what I was already comfortable with. Recently I decided that it was time to take my own sixteen year old advice and stop living in fear. My biggest fear in life, besides birds, would probably have to be commitment. The idea of having to commit myself to one person, pay attention to them often, and take their wants and needs into consideration terrifies me. Why have a male companion when you could just have a dog, right? I'll talk to a guy for a little while but never ask the questions that really matter in progressing further in a relationship. When guys ask these questions, I dance around them and make things as in-serious as one can. I am taking this fear on one step at a time. The last guy I talked to, I introduced to my parents, this was my first big step. Before him, I had never introduced any guy to my parents. It always felt like if I introduced them I would just be setting my parents up for disappointment because this new guy would likely be gone within a week. I have a feeling that this fear is going to take much longer to get over, getting over a fear doesn't happen in just one day after all.

Comfort Zone

What is the comfort zone? This is the area of comfort that most people live in. The foods you eat, the way you style your hair, the people you talk to, the clothes you wear, everything around you on a daily basis is a part of your comfort zone. We, as humans, are bound to routine. It is important for our own well being to break out of this routine and step out of the comfort zone every once in a while. Just last Tuesday I stepped out of my comfort zone and joined a sorority. Am I absolutely terrified? Yes, I mean who joins a sorority their junior year of college? I had thought about being in Greek life once before but it was a fleeting thought like when you're standing on an extremely high surface, looking down, thinking about jumping. This time, I jumped. I was completely overwhelmed with the fact that I don't feel like I even belong in a sorority but I broke my comfort zone. I was offered the opportunity to do something different with my life so I took it and I don't regret it one bit. When I first arrived on campus I hated it here. I didn't bother making friends, I didn't want to be a part of anything, all I wanted was to go back home to the life I was living before I had come here. I slowly adjusted to campus life but it really wasn't until I started my fall semester this year that I decided it was time to break out of the comfort zone. I encourage everyone to try and do something that will break them out of their comfort zone. This could be anything from trying a new food you thought you may not like, to going bungee jumping because you've always wanted to but were too scared.

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