Are you comfortable? Then it’s time to rock the boat!

stock-photo-5337523This morning, after dropping the girls off at school, I headed straight for the coffee pot to get a warm up on my now cooled coffee. I picked up the pot and stared at it blankly. It was empty. I blinked stupidly at it for a moment. It was empty…how was it empty?

I went through my mental list…Aaron grabbed a travel mug full before he left…still should have been a cup or two more…I had made a full pot, right? Of course I did! When would I not make a full pot in the morning? Silly thought, that! Well, then where did it go…

Gavin.

Gavin hadn’t headed to the bus stop yet when I left for the girls… Gavin?! My 11 year old son, 6th grade… coffee?!

I headed for the front door, and peeked out. The bus hadn’t come yet. Gavin was still there. I pseudo shouted (didn’t want to be too loud with still sleeping neighbors) and pantomimed toward him and my coffee mug. He pretended ignorance. I tried again. A distant, “Maybe…” was his response.

A maybe from Gavin means “Yes, but I don’t want to full out admit it lest I get into trouble.”

I stood blinking at him as he lifted my Starbucks travel cup and shot a hesitant smile in my direction.

boy-cup-cute-drinking-hot-Favim_com-264574My son helped himself to a cup of coffee, and as I watched I saw he was really drinking it.

I didn’t know how I felt about this. Too much change. My baby was just changing way too much for comfort. It was just such an adult thing for him to do!

He brushed his hair this morning. On his own. Without me having to tell him to do it, or more likely, just having to do it myself. He didn’t just wet it down and call it good—he brushed it.

Obviously there is a coffee drinking girl in the picture and she obviously takes the same bus he does. My kid is growing up.

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That’s a heck of a lot of candles!

If this wasn’t enough evidence of the ticking of the great clock of time, the fact that my two best friends just turned forty is irrefutable evidence of that darn clock. They’re forty, which means, I’m next. Granted, I have to turn thirty nine before I can turn forty, but it adds the sense of impending age, as if it is hanging over my head ready to swallow me into that group of officially past our prime, not yet elderly, but showing signs of wear and tear humanity.

And it doesn’t help that I keep getting invitations to join AARP in the mail. My husband, less than a year my junior, doesn’t get invitations to join, nope, not a one. But they keep rolling in for me! Maybe it’s because his man bun makes him look young and hip, maybe it’s because he still looks about thirty despite the slight graying at his temples. Maybe it’s because I’m  starting to look fifty, sixty…what’s the age to join AARP anyway! Surely it’s not 38! Geesh! They could at least wait until I turn 40! Come on already!

All of these factors are combining to force me to confront the reality that my life is about half over. That reality floats on the edge of my consciousness.

It’s not a vanity thing (though that’s there). It’s not the new wrinkles or the pudgier figure I now sport. It’s not that the face in the mirror sometimes doesn’t see like mine.

timeIt’s all about the time.

When you’re young, it feels like time spreads in front of you unending. There is so much of it, and you don’t really have a sense of it running out, ending–EVER. It feels like you have forever to do all the things you want to do. Years and years tumble before you in an endless string, all of this time to accomplish your dreams.

When you start nearing that forty mark, when your face shows the signs that your youth is fading, when your children start approaching their hero days and you begin to realize that you really are just a supporting character in their stories, the reality that the road does end, that time does run out, that it is limited and finite, starts to come home to roost. And that is uncomfortable to say the least.

As I have a tendency to do, I was reading a fantasy series the other day and was contemplating all the things that I would do with my time if, like a vampire, I didn’t have to worry about an aging body and an eventual death. As I contemplated, (and oh, the list was so long) I started to think of all I wouldn’t have the time to do. The books that will go unread, the countries that will go unseen, the languages I will never learn to speak, the things I will not have the time to learn…

I didn’t think of these things when I was twenty, because, though my time was limited even then, it didn’t feel limited.

This line of thought, rather than depressing me (though it does sadden me that, though I do happen to believe that there is life after to death, I don’t know that the things that matter now will matter then…will I want to read piles of books, or with immortality, does our need for knowledge disappear because we will know all things?) lit a fire under my oh, too comfortable derriere. If my time is finite, and quickly moving through the hour glass, I should not waste it on a treadmill (the figurative one).

ground hog's dayI don’t want to spend the last half of my life simply seeing the same scenery, living the same days over and over again (sometimes life feels a bit like “Groundhog’s Day,” doesn’t it?).

I need to get a move on it. I need to take some risks, and dare to make my dreams happen before it’s too late, before I run out of time.

It’s so easy to get comfortable, particularly as we get older. We surround ourselves with all these things that make us feel safe, cozy and well, comfortable. Our routines, our houses–all this stuff. We settle in. How could we risk all of this? It’s not practical.

Hmm…I think we give up more than we know in the name of practicality.

doubtMany dreams have died a slow death in the names of comfort and practicality.

Dreams, by their very nature, are at odds with comfort and practicality. They require guts, and risk, and daring.

No one is going to come and hand you your dream. The pursuit of dreams requires something from you–room for possibility–room for impossibility.

This idea has been coming at me from several directions all at the same time, and, being that I have been spending a lot of time in prayer about this very thing, I have chosen to believe that all of these are a confirmation that I need to get out of my comfort zone, stop being so practical, and start giving possibility a bit more room in my life.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained…

The pastor who spoke at our church on Sunday said something that really rang true with me. Sometimes we eliminate the possibility of the miraculous. If we are continually living within the box of practicality, of only what we know we can [afford, do, be] we never give the miraculous a chance.

I want the miraculous. I want to not just live comfortably, but live passionately knowing that I’ve made the most of the 80 or so years I get on this planet. I’m not going to get that by playing it safe.

When I read the Bible, I don’t see anything that leads me to think that we are supposed to live our lives in the pursuit of comfort. Show me one disciple who lived comfortably. You can’t.

The truth is, the Bible again and again tells us that life will be uncomfortable, or even more, if will be downright HARD. A continual test of faith.

comfort zoneIs your life a continual test of faith? Are you comfortable? Do you have a pretty good idea what your days are going to look like from today to the end of your life?

If your answer is yes, I believe you’re doing it all wrong, and I dare you to dare yourself for something MORE.

I’ve stepped out and taken a chance. I’ve given up my reliable, steady fulltime position at a job I didn’t really like and have accepted a job as an Associate Professor of psychology in one of our local colleges. I’ve always wanted to be a professor, though I always envisioned English, not Psychology. This is a dream of mine. A dream that requires an amount of risk.

I’m excited–and terrified.

It’s a risky move. The biggest risk factor that is killing my controlling nature is that, like most associate professor positions, it is part time, not full time, and so I’m going to have to supplement my income. I am going to need to make up the difference via tutoring, piano lessons, and hopefully, eventually, the odd writing job. Lots of uncertainty there.

Is it risky?

Yeah, that is definitely there. Giving up a sure thing is always risky.

But does it open the door of possibility?

Absolutely!

The time and opportunity to make a go of it as a writer is there. If I ever had a chance to do it, to make it, it’s now.

Not to mention the opportunity to be more present in the lives of my children, to capture the moments in these swiftly fleeting days.

Not to mention…I get to be a professor!

There are times when the uncertainty of it is very scary.

There are times that I want the security of the comfortable.

fall flyBut I confront these with the assurance that living life means taking risks, and with the firm belief that, if it’s what I’m supposed to do, it will work out. Somehow. And I do think it’s what I’m supposed to do.

So, I’ve stepped of the ledge. It’s time to see if I can fly or if I fall. Either way, I think it’s the right decision.

I take that back. It’s the only decision.

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8 thoughts on “Are you comfortable? Then it’s time to rock the boat!

  1. This post was wonderful! I do agree- it’s all about time. I’m only 19 years old but I can see how sometimes I get so caught up in my everyday life and it becomes routine for me that I forget that this really is a YOLO type of thing. Even when I see my little sisters every morning, I forget that day by day they are just getting older and older and we often take these moments for granted. That being said, yes life is about living outside of a planned out, scheduled box. We should really make every day worth it and try new things every day so we can grow and learn. 🙂

  2. I am so very thankful you stepped onto the ledge and made the risky move. Because you stepped outside of your comfort zone I have had the pleasure of learning from you. I am so grateful our father has put you into my path. I have learned so much in such a short time from you. At times I feel as though I am just going thru the emotions. As though my sensory adaptation has taken over me. I no longer pay close attention to detail on my way to work. I need a change in my life I am definitely comfortable. Thank you.
    Great Read!

    Sharon Coronado
    Gen. Psych C05

  3. Hi Professor Graham. This is Kieron Fassitt from your MWF 10am Gen Psych. class. I definitely agree that we have to leave our comfort zone in order to maximize our potential. I remember once in class you said that we all live in a box and the goal is to expand that box as much as possible. I stepped outside of my comfort zone when I moved to TX from LA. It was the scariest move I’ve ever made because I didn’t know anyone here prior to moving. However, I knew that the place where I had spent the majority of my life was not the place I wanted to spend the entirety of my life. I knew that I wanted more fore my kids and that the only way for that to be possible was for me to leave my comfort zone. Three years later, I even more confident that I made the right move. My family has never been happier, and neither have I.

  4. Haylee Guerra
    Gen Psych CO5
    Sometimes it really does feel like I have forever to do the things that I want to do. I’m only 19 and I guess that means my life is probably about 1/4 over. That means that I have 3/4 left of my life and that seems like so much time when in reality it’s not. I can see how just going through the same things everyday can seem limiting and like we aren’t accomplishing much, but there is so much you can see, do, and learn in such a short time. I’ve learned a huge amount of stuff from you and I’ve been able to inform others and talk to them about the brain and psychology, so even though it wasn’t a big amount of time, I still learned and saw things that I never knew about.

  5. The biggest change that has happened in my life so far has been my move from California to Arizona. California is such a great state full of so many opportunities, it was really hard to move. However, I didn’t realize at the time how any place or time in life can have just as many opportunities. I believe stress is what keeps us from expanding our horizons and getting to know new things. We all want stability in our lives, and to live stress free, completely familiar with our surroundings. New things can terrify us and make us stressed. However, this shouldn’t keep us from experiencing new concepts.

    -Melissa Prieto, General Psych C04

  6. I’ll take this article to heart. Life starts at the end of our comfort zone!. I use to always be a introvert and I never knew anything else. I would keep kicking myself as to why I wouldn’t just go talk to that girl or why did you turn down hanging out with neighborhood kids. It wasn’t until high school where I wanted to make that change; a change that I knew needed to be done. I exercised more which gave me confidence, I reluctantly volunteered for clubs in order to socialize more, and I got some help with some nice friends that enjoyed my company. After high school it was college and leaving home which was outside my comfort zone but that was when I volunteered for a church group and be gone on a missionary where I found my wife. Now I am thankful that that comfort zone is behind and I’m taking new experiences everyday.

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