On the one hand, hard luck is battering away at my comfort zone, forcing me into a bigger sense of what I can do, as a single mom, as a human being. On the other hand, I need some safe places to rest before the next big push of this life-changing labor. My body, through weight gain and adrenal fatigue, is shouting for my attention over the roar of change and stress. So where's the middle ground, the live-able pace, of these changes in my life? Where's the balance between transforming into a braver, stronger, more independent me and tending my needs for rest and care in the meantime?
I don't think growing out of our comfort zones is as simple as "just do it." At least, I don't think that's the case for me. I need to grow in a sustainable, healthy way. In fact, I think that's part of what leaving this comfort zone is about, for me. Giving up my unhealthy comforts and developing new habits that can nurture me for the rest of my life. I'm learning to adapt to change, chosen or forced, in a way in which I hold and maintain my center in the midst of all the change.
Looking at my current situation as a process of growing out of a comfort zone is a useful lens for me. It shows me that I'm in a temporary transition phase - the current discomfort and stress won't last. It challenges me to see my own agency in the midst of things that feel beyond my control or like they're happening to me. It reminds me to continue to adapt. It prompts me to recognize what is changing and to choose how I want to change. It invites me to imagine my next comfort zone and grow toward that.