Write about the last time you left your comfort zone.
It may sound cliché, but it was yesterday evening. And all I did was try to meditate.
I hate to admit it, but the seemingly simple act of sitting with myself, intentionally attempting to remain undistracted by anything external, is excruciatingly hard for me. I hate it. So, it makes sense that I’ve got a strong habit formed to do everything in my power to avoid doing it. But I also know that growth only happens when I try things that are unfamiliar.
The past couple weeks have been really hard. I realized on Christmas Day that I wished I could have been spending the holiday with them, but it was too late to make those plans. Traveling last-minute up to Canada during yet another surge in the pandemic would be a headache and stressful. Although I was invited to spend Christmas with a dear friend and her family, it wasn’t the same, and loneliness gripped me.
That loneliness has yet to let go of its hold. And it sucks.
My comfort zone has been sitting on that couch, scrolling mindlessly through social media, with whatever’s on TV. So, sitting still for those drawn-out 18 minutes of a guided meditation last night, deliberately being alone in my loneliness, was the most uncomfortable I’ve felt in a long, long time.
And, yeah, I’m going to try to do it again today. Because if I get comfortable with being alone, with being with me, I know that I’ll be happier in the long run. But, holy shit! It’s hard.