... outside my comfort zone, it's what i prefer ...
I know this may come as a shock, but going by myself to London (and giving three lectures to a hall full of photographers) is kind of stepping out of my comfort zone. It is a total fantastic way to push myself further and share what I have learned. I have had so many great mentors and teachers.
It is not the speaking to a hall full of people, or the topic matter that has me stepping out -- it's the 15 seconds before I step up on the stage where I want to run under a table and hide! It's the butterflies in my stomach until that first joke lands with a giggle or point gets a resounding nod.
Believe it or not, it is the going alone. I know it is a silly thing because I appear to be the one to make a new acquaintances rather quickly. It is the doing the unknown for the first time. Getting on a plane and flying across the ocean. Who will sit beside me? Will they want to talk? Will they smell funny?
It is the rush of forcing myself out the door and into the big old city. It sounds mighty tempting to just look out my hotel window in my jammies and soak in the city. I will. Trust me I will. For about 60 seconds... then I will try to find a great group of people to hang out with or go to dinner. I will hopefully hear about their stories and exchange great ideas.
You see, it is the THRILL of stepping outside my comfort zone that keeps me coming back. Interjecting myself into a conversation when I have something to add, building relationships with others. I LOVE big crowds, large bustling cities ... it is just the best! I am the kind of person who tortures her husband with a re-hash of the party we just attended together on the way home in the car. It routinely takes me an hour or two to simmer down before going to bed after a large party or event.
What can I say... I am just like my dad... and I learned being social from the best!
It is not the speaking to a hall full of people, or the topic matter that has me stepping out -- it's the 15 seconds before I step up on the stage where I want to run under a table and hide! It's the butterflies in my stomach until that first joke lands with a giggle or point gets a resounding nod.
Believe it or not, it is the going alone. I know it is a silly thing because I appear to be the one to make a new acquaintances rather quickly. It is the doing the unknown for the first time. Getting on a plane and flying across the ocean. Who will sit beside me? Will they want to talk? Will they smell funny?
It is the rush of forcing myself out the door and into the big old city. It sounds mighty tempting to just look out my hotel window in my jammies and soak in the city. I will. Trust me I will. For about 60 seconds... then I will try to find a great group of people to hang out with or go to dinner. I will hopefully hear about their stories and exchange great ideas.
You see, it is the THRILL of stepping outside my comfort zone that keeps me coming back. Interjecting myself into a conversation when I have something to add, building relationships with others. I LOVE big crowds, large bustling cities ... it is just the best! I am the kind of person who tortures her husband with a re-hash of the party we just attended together on the way home in the car. It routinely takes me an hour or two to simmer down before going to bed after a large party or event.
What can I say... I am just like my dad... and I learned being social from the best!
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