It’s 11 pm in Porec, Croatia I’m sitting in a tent barely big enough for my blow up mattress and I’m almost positive I just saw a spider crawl across my bag. I’m not comfortable, but I don’t want to be.
See, less than a month ago I was back at home in my queen sized bed sleeping in until 12 and waking up only to eat food that had already been made for me. I’m so blessed I have that, but I was too comfortable. I was seeing the same world every day and while I thought I was growing, I was stagnant in my own life.
During my entire trip, I’ve done things I never thought I would get to do (seeing Italy is one thing!) and I’ve gotten out of my comfort zone and became uncomfortable.
The word “uncomfortable” has a negative connotation attached to it because of the fearful feeling it brings. This word also brings discovery. I’ve discovered that life begins the moment you step out of your comfort zone and I feel like my life (or at least another stage in my life) has begun.
I’m done being comfortable.
Recently, I’ve been thinking a lot about storytelling and the wonderful thing that is imagination. I always knew I had a knack for storytelling and writing but I never thought it meant anything beyond my friends and family telling me how good I am at writing and that I should pursue it (shoutout to my family!!)
I want to be a writer.
I use to be so afraid of even thinking about pursuing this because I might as well tell people I want to be a juggling astronaut. But here I am, being uncomfortable again.
I’m not writing this to brag about my travels or to make myself sound high and mighty, I’m writing this to encourage you to start being uncomfortable. Take risks and go through life worrying less and living more!
I wish I had the words to describe what it feels like when you do, but I can only hope this will suffice.