Friday, June 10, 2016
Pushing My Limits
Most of the time I stay comfortably inside of my comfort zone, easily within my limits. It is safe, it is comfortable, it is familiar. It is boring.
I learn most about myself when I stretch my limits. When I commit to doing something I am not sure I can do. Over a year ago, I committed to flying solo to Frankfurt Germany and taking a train from there to Stuttgart to meet Jay. When I made the plans, I was not sure I could do it. I was not moving well, not sure what was wrong, but I knew something was not right. It is one of the few times I bought trip cancellation insurance when I booked the trip. Then I went through last May, June and July. The doctors asked me what my goal was, and I kept saying in August I am flying to Germany for two weeks vacation - my goal is to be able to do that. There were times when I doubted I would make it, or how comfortably I would make it, but I pushed on. Stretching my limits, leaving my comfort zone. Even in the best of times, flying to a country where I don't speak a word of the language, finding my way to the hotel is a stretch - I did it in Athens a few years ago. I did it last summer.
The picture above is in the train station in Frankfurt, waiting for my train to Stuttgart. I made it, I was so happy - I may have shed a tear.
This was not the first time I have stretched my limits, it won't be the last.