43 days ago, on the 31st December 2010, I made a New Year Resolution for 2011; to step out of my comfort zone.
I’ve been “Mum” for almost 8 years and haven’t worked for the past 3 of those. I live in a peaceful suburb of Nottingham, in a large, comfortable house with my wonderful husband, 3 small children and Muttley the Labradoodle. Over the last 3 years particularly, I’ve created a cosy bubble of school runs, dog walks, coffee mornings and monthly “date nights” with said husband. In short, life is safe.
At 35 years old I can see the appeal of plodding along like this for the next 10 years or so. No change, no risk, no uneccessary stress. But with all that “safety” there is no challenge, no experience, no fun. And so, I have embraced 2011 with a new attitude – to challange myself, to step out of my comfort zone, to say “yes” a little more often.
As I announced my New Year Resolution to my husband I made it clear that this is not meant as a huge life changing statement, I’m not going to go all “mid-life crisis” on his ass. No, this is about, at the very least, dipping my toe outside of my comfy little bubble now and again. To at least consider new opportunities, try new hobbies, do some stuff that makes me nervous, scares me shitless, makes me cry.