Tuesday, May 24, 2022

Bloganuary Day #3 Prompt: “Write about the last time you left your comfort zone.”

Getting married and having children were HUGE deviations from my comfort zone. My comfort zone involves keeping to myself, generally, and being fairly independent. I loved being alone, not answering to anyone or having anyone rely on me. But, now I cherish time spent with my family, though it is so anxiety inducing to have two tiny humans relying on me. That continues to terrify me each day. Now, the very last time I left my comfort zone is when I "dumped" a friend. It took me a long time to realize that I don't have to continue any sort of relationship that doesn't provide value. Now when I say that, I don't mean to say friendships don't have their disagreements and squabbles. Any relationship, that's healthy, will have disagreements (romantic, friendships or familial). Squabbles don't call for ending things. What calls for ending things is when your friend doesn't value you like you value them. Or, dedicate the same time and/or energy you do. I ended friendships that made me feel like an option. I've also recently discovered there are a lot of people you'll never hear from again if you don't initiate the communication. That works out just fine because I don't have to be proactive in "dumping" them, I just let them fade away. Now, the "friends" that crop up here and there when it's convenient or occupying a moment of boredom, that takes some chutzpah to end. The people I've ended relationships with have taken it well and not come pounding on my door at 0200AM or sending me flaming bags of poop to my front step. They probably saw it coming or didn't give two craps. Either way, that's fine. We can all move on with our lives. Yay!


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