Up until the beginning of this year, I had been living quite in a comfort bubble.
A comfort bubble is like a comfort zone, only the person in the bubble believe she’s operating outside her comfort zone because she’s doing “stuff”.
Here’s an example:
Two writers want to hang out with other writers.
Comfort Zone Person: Thinks about joining her local writing group, but doesn’t.
Comfort Bubble Person: Joins her local writing group. Attends a few minutes. Then comes up with “reasons” to stop going. I keep forgetting when the meetings are. I don’t know anyone. She stops going and doesn’t renew her membership. She tried, right?
Trying is just pushing on the surface of your comfort bubble, but not hard enough to break through it.
If Comfort Bubble Gal really tried, she would have put reminders in her phone, in her planner or used something like Memo to Me to email a reminder to herself. She would have also made an effort to talk to people at the meetings instead of keeping to herself. Or volunteered to do something.
So how did I finally pop my comfort bubble?
Well, it started with me volunteering to be secretary for an online writing group I’m a member of. It was perfect for my comfort bubble. I was doing “something”. And that “something” was safe, low key and let me blend into the background.
Then the group needed a president.
After sitting back in my bubble for a bit wondering who was going to fill the position, I volunteered.
Now that I’m out of the safe confines of my comfort bubble, I’m doing things I shied away from doing– was afraid to do. Or just talked about doing one day.
Being comfort bubble-less is still scary at times, but that fear or hesistancy let’s me know that I’m doing more than trying.
Check out my writing friends posts on comfort zones: