Comfort Zone

I am a girl who has limits.  I have a comfort zone and I enjoy life living within my limits.  However, I have always known that I could only get so far living life comfortably.  I never want to push myself to do something uncomfortable, and it is never easy, but I always strive to do so anyway.  I know without these little pushes along the way that I would never grow.  I woudl never amount to anything more then what I already am. 

Examples: 
Taking a summer nanny job in chicago when I was 18.  I left home for pretty much the first time, lived with a family I had never met before, and took a job I had never done before.
Taking the job as a Totus Tuus teacher.  I was leaving my boyfriend behind (when all I wanted to do was be with him), and embarking on a journey with strangers.  I traveled from place to place all summer and was working constantly.  There wasn't a moment to myself and I gave everything I had to get through it.
Going to college at Mesa State (even though it only lasted a semester)

Joining the breastfeeding support group when I didn't really know anyone and I was feeling pretty insecure.
Ok, I promise there are many more moments like this in my life, but those were just a few off the top of my head.  Anyway, in every example, my initial thought was to stay comfortable and to say no to the opportunity.  After all, when it makes you uncomfortable it is kind of hard to see it as an opportunity!  However, the minute I have that feeling inside me that makes me want to vomit because I am scared of the unknown or of trying something knew, I know that is God's way of telling me I better step up and do it.  I remember when I was offered the nanny job that right after I said yes and hung up the phone, that i burst into tears.  Lol!  It is because it wasn't easy and because I was scared, but yet I knew that meant it would most likely be the very decision that would help me grow.  And, after the fact, I never regret the decision.  In fact, I am usually thankful that I pushed myself!

Well, in an hour I will leave for my trip to Chicago.  Now, don't get me wrong, this is very exciting, but I still went through a phase where I was just too scared to commit to going.  Tavian and I are meeting my sister and her son (also my Godson and Tavey's best friend) in Chicago.  We are staying in a friends condo in the city and we will be there for the Taste of Chicago.  I know, pretty awesome!  So, why was I ever even doubting it?  Well, because I have only been a momma for 3 1/2 months.  I have never taken Tavian anywhere by myself, and this is going to be mulitple days away from Cole.  What if Tavian doesn't sleep?  What if he gets sick?  What if he gets off his schedule and doesn't sleep when he gets back?  What if he does horribly on the plane and everyone is angry with me??!  See, there is reason for fear.  But, once again, I pushed myself.  I pushed myself to do something that is a little scary..something that wasn't the easiest to commit to.  And, just like the other times, I have no doubt that the discomfort I have felt leading up to this will all be worthwhile in the end.  I will be thankful I pushed myself, and this will be an experience that I will never forget.  Me and Tavey with our best friends!!! 

Wish me luck:)