Ten Times I Broke My Comfort Zone

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Eleanor Roosevelt once supposedly said, “Do one thing every day that scares you.” Well, being scared every day doesn’t hold strong appeal to me; I tend to not be a big risk-taker and like my routines and familiarity, but I do think Eleanor was onto something. Research shows that seeking out new experiences  is a key source of happiness. And what better time to seek out new experiences than on a honeymoon? So, here are ten new experiences I sought out to get myself off the pool chair and into life:

  1. I tried sushi fusion. Sushi? Sure! Hamburgers? Sure! Hamburger sushi? I was on the fence, but I tried it and it was pretty good. At least, it was at the place we went. Not an everyday choice, but certainly tasty.
  2. I climbed a rock wall. Admittedly, a first climb at the top of a ship during high winds was not the most comforting experience. And I didn’t get very far. But it’s something I would try again, for sure. On solid land.
  3. I road the darned Hippogryph ride. We spent a few days in Orlando before embarking on our cruise. I had been to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter once before, and had done every ride and attraction except this children’s ride, The Flight of the Hippogryph, because there was always a long wait. So, my husband and I got up at six AM to be first in line for early admission… to ride a kiddie coaster. We were the only ones on the whole coaster, which was probably a good thing, because my husband, who doesn’t like roller coasters, kept crying out, “You said this was for children!?!?!” And “Whyyyyyy?!?!”
  4. I swam with dolphins. By far my favorite part of the trip. Our dolphin’s name was Kappy. And yes, we actually got to swim with them.
  5. I tried Earl Grey and lavender ice cream. It was ok. Nothing to write home about, even for a tea lover.
  6. I went to a mystery dinner theater. Ok, it was cheesy and we were by far the youngest couple there. But you know, we had a really good time and met some wonderful people. We were glad we went.
  7. I went to a chocolate factory. Well, this one wasn’t a huge discomfort for either of us (the hardest part  was finding the hole-in-the-wall place in the middle of Cozumel), but it sure was tasty! We got to make our own chocolate, too.
  8. I wore a sequin dress. Normally, I like wearing a lot of natural-looking fabrics and am not into bling. I have never in my life owned sequins. However, my mother-in-law and I found this sequin dress over the holidays and both fell in love with it, and she got it for me for Christmas. I have to say, after wearing it, it’s one of my new favorites.
  9. I went to a casino. I had never gambled before. I don’t think I will be a card shark any time soon, but it was fun to do once. And bonus, thanks to my husband’s savvy gaming skills, we actually won money!
  10. I went in a submarine. This was the thing I was most nervous about for sure, but my husband really wanted to do it. (And remember: he rode the roller coaster with me.) So it did it, and am so glad I did. We saw a coral reef, a scary drop-off, and even a sunken ship!

If I’ve learned one thing from Eleanor Roosevelt, it’s this: the things that take us out of our comfort zone can become our most memorable and fun experiences, and sometimes our assumptions about certain experiences we haven’t tried are way off the mark. I disliked some experiences I thought I would love, and loved some experiences I thought I would hate.

This was also a reminder that it shouldn’t take a honeymoon to try something new. It’s something we can do every day, whether it be taking a different route on a run, trying a new combination of spices, or putting together a new outfit out of old clothes.

Have you ever been proud of going out of your comfort zone or trying something new? Tell us about it in the comments below.

 

 

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4 thoughts on “Ten Times I Broke My Comfort Zone

  1. I went to Honduras and went to a horrible hospital for the mentally challenged. There I held and prayed for a young man who was dying. I didn’t even try to speak to him in Spanish. I just held his hand while our pastor prayed for him and two other women on the trip and kept wiping his forehead. And I cried for him. He died the next day. And I cried again.

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    1. Oh my goodness! I’m sure it meant a lot to him to have people like you who cared. I had a similar experience (though not as traumatic) at an orphanage in Namibia. We knew that several of the children had AIDS, and it was heartbreaking to just leave them there. A girl named Martha became extremely attached to me and it was so very hard to say goodbye to her; I still have a card that she made for me.

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