It is no secret. I love routine. My morning run, coffee, and writing time are staples of my day. If for some reason I miss out on these daily rituals, I feel incomplete. This is my quiet time, something I crave more and more as I get older. As much as solitude provides comfort, I also realize that it is essential to move out of my own box and try new things.
The idea of trying new things appeals to me, but it also inhabits a place of fear. I am a creature of certainty and guarantees. Attempting to venture in unchartered territory often raises my anxiety. But I also know that I need to move out of my comfort box and push myself to experiment. This past week I tried two different activities. Over the weekend, with some friends, we rode bicycles around the city. Although I rode bikes as a kid, more than twenty years had passed since I climbed on a small seat and maneuvered a piece of metal. The first few minutes were reckless and humorous. I bobbled around, but after a few minutes, the bike ride felt smooth and liberating.
I continued my “adventurous” streak and decided to play a game of soccer a couple of days ago. I sprinted around the field and attempted to kick the ball. As a young girl, I never participated in organized sports. It was the first time in my life that I played on a team. It was interesting how much I enjoyed trying something I never envisioned doing. On the drive home, I reflected on my soccer excursion. It hit me that I never attempted team sports in high school because of fear. And why? The typical reasons popped up in my head. Even before trying, I convinced myself that I would not be good enough, people might laugh, and I would embarrass myself.
These reasons seem silly, but they still creep up. What am I trying to prove? For some reason those reservations seem absurd.
Try new things. I learned how much I loved moving outside of my routine.
You go, Rudri!
congrats on trying something new! visiting from Sharefest 🙂
So happy that you tried new things that you enjoyed- good for you ! 🙂
I’m not good at this either…but I’ve been trying to be more adventurous and silly. It’s fun!
One thing that I really liked about my ex-husband was that he was always getting me to try new things, push the boundaries and my comfort – and I think I’ve always been glad I tried – maybe not continue, but at least tried it once.