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Rule No.164 - I believe that not much happens of any significance when we're in our comfort zone.

comfort zone

n
1. (Psychology) a situation or position in which a person feels secure, comfortable, or in control: 
   encouraging people to work outside their comfort zone.


Two years ago today I arrived back from my whirlwind trip of Spain. A big leap out of my comfort zone. I planned to come back to Jo'burg for a family wedding and then head straight back to Spain or go to Mexico or move to an island somewhere. I'm still here. I guess then, this is what you call a comfort zone. 

 During my time in this "comfort zone", I have made incredible friends, found a superb job and reconnected with family and friends. So that's the big picture. But if I look really carefully, I have taken a few steps out of this zone. I took a leap of faith and flew to an island, I signed up for WAY too many subjects, I ran my first half marathon (and another 3 since then) and accepted Jo'burg as my home, for now. Those were all out of my comfort zone. 

 I guess what I'm trying to say is that stepping out of your comfort zone doesn't have to be moving to a new country to start fresh or quitting your job to become a monk. It could be a little thing, like starting a new hobby maybe? 

 I say, instead of being overwhelmed by it all, start small and then slowly work from there.    

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