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Bursting at the seams.

Smaller than yourself.
Sitting comfortably in your skin.
Bursting out of the seams.

Life can be quite a ride with many phases and many cycles, but here’s my take on them.

There’s a place in life for the sitting comfortably…and a place for bursting out, but you shouldn’t allow your time in life to ever be lived feeling smaller than you really are.

The healthiest places in life for me are the ones where I’m being challenged and I say yes to the challenge.

I have a tendency to get lazy at times…to stay away from things that require a huge exertion of energy or that require me to step out of my comfort zone. I never feel good about myself when I allow life to get away from me and when I'm shying away from thigns. Even so, it’s not always easy to break out of a phase like that.

I feel so alive when I’m pushing myself to new limits…trying new things, eating right, staying healthy, moving outside of my comfort zone.

I realize that there is always a need for feeling comfortable…knowing the place where you fit in and the space where life is calming. It’s a way to recharge and process life…but if you stay there too long there is always danger of shrinking to something smaller than your best self.

I want to stay positive and active. I want to try new things and to push myself. I’m sick of feeling like a wimp and letting myself get away with slacking.

So here’s to busting out at the seams.

What are you going to challenge yourself with today??

Comments

Anonymous said…
Mmmm...one of my favorite sayings is: There is no growth in the comfort zone and no comfort in the growth zone.

I try to live by that. I am not always successful, but it is always top of mind for me.

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