My Comfort Zone is not supposed to be comfortable!
Posted Apr 14 2010 12:00am
We cannot become what we want to be by remaining what we are. – Max DePree
My Comfort zone is not supposed to be comfortable? What the crap does that even MEAN?
For me, it means I always try to live out of my comfort zone. So much so, I think I’m doing something wrong when I’m not pushing myself. Isn’t that, I guess, the philosophy of life? Testing your limits, pushing boundaries, seeing how much you can accomplish?
This post is about motivation. Working hard and seeing the pay off IS what motivates me to try harder at the next goal. Working hard and FAILING only proves 2 things:
Failing ALSO just gives me motivation to try something new! Just think about it for a second, if you’re willing to push yourself so hard at something that doesn’t come natural to you, imagine what you can do when you find something that IS natural for you! You’d be phenomenal!
There are LOTS of things I try and fail. How else are you suppose to know if you like something? Or that you’re great at something?
Most of my adult life has been tireless hour upon tireless hour. I’ve worked full-time AND gone to school full-time. Then squeeze in extra projects, maintaining Dean’s List, working on a successful relationship with your loved ones, taking care of a dog. Running all your errands, and of course…not having a car to any of it.
WHY am I writing this now?
Because as many times as I’ve pushed myself to the brink of insanity, there’s one serious harmful effect of pushing too hard. I never listen to the signals my body is giving me. I keep thinking if I’m good to my body, it will be good to me. LIE. I’ve NOT been good to my body. Sure I give it the best food/fuel/nutrients, I work it out 4-5 times a week, I even give my feet a lil TLC with some pedicures. How could my body NOT love me? I’m wicked awesome. I’m like, the best host EVER.
I keep forgetting ONE thing every time….rest. My days are long. 7am-9pm. I eat a fast dinner, and to bed I go. I commute 4 hours a day, work 9 hours ,work out for 1. I’m up at 5am, bed by 10:30pm. Weekends are devoted to a million errands, and the occasional social gathering. It doesn’t sounds that strenuous, right? Lots of people work hard. If not harder. I never understood why I can’t just push my body harder and harder. My tolerance is pretty high.
My philosophy has always been: You will never get to the next level if you just stay in your comfort zone.
But your body has a way of tugging the leash from time to time. My mother always tells me I’m pushing too hard and I’m going to crash. And do I listen to her? HECK NO. Moms don’t know what they’re talking about… I’m a grown ass woman and I’ll do what……zzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZzzzz
Tuesday: Crash. A big one. I have been tired since Friday. Took 3 days off in a row from working out. Grant it, I filled my time with countless errands and chores so there was no real relaxing. Monday I went to work, even went to kickboxing….and it was like I watched my lil energy tube above my head, drain. I stayed in kickboxing for 15 minutes and went home. I went to bed with no dinner around 9pm. And I tried to wake up at 5am the next morning, to no avail. I had a splitting headache. Everything in my body hurt. I was beyond exhausted. I took the day off work to recoup. And that’s exactly what I did.
What happened to me? I gave my body 3 days of “rest”. Why was I crashing?? Truth is, I have no idea.
My elitist attitude explains this: “it’s because you took 3 days off you wussy, and now your tolerance is lowered and your body is use to all this rest! Get back on the ball!”
My defeatist attitude explains: “It’s because you’re terrible at life and you got TOO comfortable in your comfort zone!!!”
My body’s attitude explains this: “How bout you run on fumes and see how far YOU go. I kept trying to TELL you for WEEKS!! Lemme take a break! But noooooo, you just had to keep pushing me. So there….now I wont work for you anymore, till you give me what I need”