ClownFighter

Everyone has their own comfort zone, we all know that.  But what really is a comfort zone? 

I think it is similar to the womb, and at the same time, subjective and unique for each and every one of us.  I think the magnitude varies as well.

It could be a warzone for one person, a prison for another, or a sandy beach for someone else.   We tend to migrate to what is comfortable and known.   I remember getting my own bedroom when I was five or six, leaving the comfort of a bunk bed shared by my little brother. 

 The first night I cried.  It wasn’t really sadness but confusion and fear that led to those tears, but for three years I had shared a room, and now I was alone.  I remember each time I graduated or changed schools.  I remember moving seven years in a row: four years of college, two at MBA school and then when I graduated.   Each time was a shock.   My comfort zone was rattled, but not destroyed.

I’ve been blessed in a major way to have my entire family in the same town, but that is going to change for me soon.  Moving 2,906.7 miles away from my family was not something I thought I’d ever do, but it is very much a reality.    This adventure will be my first true foray out of my comfort zone.

 I’m nervous, but every excited.  I also know that the stakes are much higher.  This is not just a trip abroad or a semester at sea or a backpacking trip to Europe.  I have a baby and a wife that rely on me, so the magnitude of this trip outside my comfort zone is ten on a scale of one to ten.

 The one thing that money cannot and will not buy is time, and it can never be replaced.  There are many birthdays, meetings, dinners, etc. that I’m going to miss over the next five to ten years.  My Parents are getting older and things are changing for my brothers.   My hope is that I will be able to balance this move and the job that comes with it with the personal things that matter most.  Spending quality time with my loved ones.

Clown Fighter