Category archives: No Fear

10 Lessons from Living beyond the Comfort Zone Bookmark and Share

Some people embrace change, actually seek it out. Others resist it like a bad parasite. I usually fall into the parasite-resisting category (it’s why I never get sick). 

Last year, when I put a magnet on my fridge that said “life begins at the end of your comfort zone,” I did so to remind myself that good things can happen when you stretch yourself. I’ll admit, though, that at the time, I didn’t expect to stretch very far.

Yet somehow, last summer I set into motion life plans that changed rapidly and sometimes on a daily basis ...

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Settling In Is Unsettling Bookmark and Share

Dairy nearly made me cry last night, and not because I’m lactose-intolerant.

I was at my new grocery store less than a block from my new home, and they don’t sell my favorite yogurt. There were plenty of Greek yogurt options, including my second fav, but no Fage. If my daughter and husband hadn’t been with me, I would have been reduced to a puddle of tears among the milk and cheese.

What kind of person cries over yogurt?

Yet, after the hobo life of the past two months, I desperately needed something familiar. Eight weeks in ...

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Home Alone: What Irrational Phobias Can’t You Shake? Bookmark and Share

Thanks to the generosity of a coworker, my daughter and I are living for two weeks in a beautiful home snuggled in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. We’ve seen deer, fox, wild turkeys. It’s a vacationer’s dream and my basic nightmare.

The problem? The woman who owns the home is gone most of the time. “Yay!” you might say. Not me. Nothing fills my heart with terror more than being in a big empty house at midnight.

No doubt I’m not the only one with this fear, but my version of it seems a bit ...

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Free(lance) at Last Bookmark and Share

Today is my first day of self-employment. It is both exhilarating and terrifying. I feel lost and liberated.

I never thought this day would come. I assumed I would always love office life. Working in teams, strategic planning, coworker happy hours. Sign me up for overtime! Work was a happy place of refuge and I excelled at being a model employee.

Over the years, like when I got laid off or when I thought my boss would push me toward Xanax, my husband would ask me why I didn’t freelance. After all I’m a writer and editor by ...

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More Than Fine Bookmark and Share

Until a few years ago, I had led a very fine lifeemphasis on fine. My response to any question was "fine." In our early years together, my "fineness"drove my husband crazy. He was constantly asking me how everything could be fine all of the time. He also couldn't understand why I had no opinion about anythingany and every option was OK.

The reason my life was so fine was not because I had some kind of karmic protection. Rather, I was so terrified of bad things happening that I never took any risk that could change ...

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