No more

A year ago I was perusing a gift shop in Maine when I found myself staring at a square black magnet with white lettering.

"Life begins at the end of your comfort zone." -Neale Donald Walsch

I bought it, and it sits loosely sticking to a metal picture frame on my shelf in my bedroom. Taunting me. Making me think over and over again how I have been "living" life in the most comfortable of zones.

A life that is neither interesting nor really true to who I believe I am. The boredom is the worst part. Because humans are not designed to be bored. We are meant to live, and really living leaves no room for boredom.

I love to read, but even one of my most favorite activities has become a gauge by which I determine how dull things have gotten.

I started a job in November. I can't complain about the pay, my coworkers, and even the my hours I have to work. And honestly, I'm thankful that I actually have a job. But on a scale from 1 to 10 in excitement, it rates about a 2. Fortunately I'm allowed to read at work. Otherwise I'm fairly certain I would have gone mad months ago. But still...

These aren't even all of them. I've added seven since this picture

I can't even read anymore for a while. It's gotten that bad.

So, why am I telling you this? I'm going to live a little. No more sitting inside behind a counter all day. No more boredom. No more living vicariously through characters in books.

No more comfort zone.