It’s hard to write when I’m not home. Not at my desk. Not in my preferred environment. Not on my normal schedule. My favorite view not out my window.
Translation: it’s hard to do anything outside of what consists of your comfort zone. Anything…
This issue is not specific to me. I’m not special. Not the only one who’s encountered this problem. It happens to all of us. Or at the least, most of us.
Business people who travel adapt to the road. They send data back to the home office. Military personnel must be particularly adept. They routinely send reports back to superiors from locations around the world. This does not even address locations and conditions that certainly are way less than ideal, not at all comfortable and possibly downright dangerous.
Comfort zones are funny things. They take on a wide variety of makeup and incarnations. Actually, I’m personally pretty adaptable. I’ve spent most of my life moving around, changing locations. I went to 16 or 17 different public schools, I kinda lost track. I’ve lived, worked or pursed my vocations in cities and places too numerous to mention. All wildly different environments. More locations than I can count. Some were great. Some not so much.
So really, I have no excuse. This brings me to the point. A comfort zone is an excuse – but it’s not a reason. If my fingers are broken I have a great reason why I can’t type. Not an excuse.
What I try to concentrate on and remember, there’s always another way. Always. I can dictate my thoughts. I can speak my thoughts into a voice adaption software and use my elbow to hit post or publish.
I’m seeing a lot of things right now I don’t like. Lots of things have either changed or completely evaporated and vanished. I don’t like this very much. I’m uncomfortable. I feel a little sick. I wanna just throw up my hands, say “fuck it” and walk away. It’s a great excuse. But it’s really just a way to vent frustration – not a reason. It certainly doesn’t solve any problems.
So I’m seeking another way. Another way to solve. Another way to create. Another way to succeed. Another way to survive. I’m currently going to list myself as “day to day”…. Tomorrow is not a guarantee. Life is closer to a 12-step program than we all realize. By that I mean, “one day at a time”.
Maybe I haven’t solved a damn thing here. At least I’ve bought some time. I’ll keep working on the problems today. I’m gonna keep “panic” locked in the closet while I try to let “opportunity and learning” slip out through the door. I can always walk away tomorrow. Or the next day… Or the next.