I was having coffee with a friend the other day and we had a conversation that went something like this:
Me: I want to do something I’m afraid to do. You know, step out of my comfort zone. Something I wouldn’t ever think of doing, and just do it.
Friend: Sounds like a great idea. What do you have in mind?
Me: I think I want to get on a bus and go to Seattle for the day by myself, walk around, do some shopping, strike up conversations with strangers, stuff like that.
(Disclaimer: I’m an extreme introvert and homebody, and live out in the woods where my nearest neighbors have fur or feathers; so while this may not seem like a big deal for most normal folks, it would be a huge ordeal for me.)
Friend: Sounds good, you should do it.
Me: I will sometime. I’m afraid though. I’ve never been to Seattle by myself, and I’m afraid I’d get lost or something. There are so many people there, what if I get overwhelmed?
Friend (sympathetically): You can do it. Do you want me to go with you?
Then we both laughed because her going with me, of course, would defeat the purpose of my stepping out of my…
