Get out of the zone

It’s been interesting to see how many bloggers are not talking about making resolutions. And by not talking about them, I mean they’re all saying that they aren’t making resolutions.

I actually have absolutely no problem with that. I like the idea of resolutions, but when I say, “I’m going to do X,” I find that I usually don’t do it. I rebel against my own authority. “Oh yeah? Think so? Well, guess what? You’re going to do Z instead.”

I made a list a couple of years ago of things I wanted to do in 1000 days. I have no idea where that list is now. One of the things I wanted to do was try a new restaurant every month. I made it to February.

I’ve been thinking about this a lot and I’ve determined that there is one thing I can, nay, need to do in my life that will ultimately (I hope) have positive effects on every facet of said life: break out of my comfort zone, regularly and often.

One of the first things I have planned for this month is attending my first Lucas County Genealogical Society meeting. I won’t know anyone there and that is definitely out of my comfort zone. But this is something I’m interested in and I shouldn’t let anything stand in my way of being able to learn more.

I dragged my happy ass out of bed this morning and worked out for 20 minutes before work. That was DEFINITELY out of my comfort zone. But in the midst of it all, my body remembered, “Oh, right! This is GOOD!” Ten minutes later, of course, it was screaming in agony, but man… those few seconds of endorphins kicked ASS. I’ll do it again tomorrow.

Making better food choices is even out of my comfort zone. Getting to bed early… out of my comfort zone. There are other things in the back of mind that I may or may not do. I’m not going to talk about them now because I don’t know what I will ultimately decide to do.

But I’ll talk about them afterward. It’s kind of the like the husband and wife who sat down to make To Do lists. The husband could never understand how the wife managed to get everything on her list done, when he struggled to get half of his completed. It was simple. She did something, wrote it down and promptly crossed it off.

Sounds reasonable to me!