Yesterday I stepped out of my comfort zone by attending a two-hour writing workshop. One friend commented that with all the writing I do she thought I’d be comfortable in that setting. I was comfortable (and jazzed) by the end of the class, but it was uncomfortable to get up the courage to sign up, show up and participate. I think I give off a pretty confident appearance and I am, overall, pretty confident, but I’m never initially comfortable in new situations. This is something I’ve learned and have come to accept about myself, so I know that in order to expand my abilities and work toward my dreams, I must push myself into that discomfort zone.
The workshop consisted of free writing of varying lengths based on prompts offered by the facilitator. My initial fears fell away as I started to write. Normally when I write, I have what I want to write composed in my head. Sitting at my laptop I simply transcribe the thoughts in my head onto the screen. Yesterday, I had to think and write at the same time. It was an amazing experience. My brain felt nudged in ways it hasn’t since college.
I’m a highly organized person. I like routine because routine is the root of an organized life. I realized yesterday that my organized life, in which I regularly use my brain to stay on track and juggle our crazy schedule, gets a workout everyday plus I add to that workout with crossword puzzles and Sudoku. However, that is a workout without heart. Yesterday I gave both my brain and my heart a workout and I liked the feeling. I felt like I was writing from something bigger than myself.