Tag archives: comfort zone
It seems you can’t avoid hearing about how my
generation of parents is overprotective and isn’t allowing its kids to learn
about failure and resilience. Every time I’ve read an article about helicopter
parenting, I’ve sighed and thought “so glad that’s not me.”
The other day, however, I heard the propellers and
they were coming from me.
Each morning I drop off my 6-year-old at school
and I wait on the playground until the teacher comes to take the kids inside. While
we wait, my daughter usually heads off with a friend or two, and ...
In preparation for an upcoming family weekend at an indoor
water park, I made a bold move. I found my bikini tucked in the back of the
drawer and put it on—in the dead of winter. Brave!
Shockingly, my pasty-white reflection in the mirror didn’t
cause me to run screaming from the bathroom and into the first pair of
sweatpants I could find. A month of hard training for a half-marathon has
created definition in muscles I didn’t even know I had. Instead of cringing, I
So why then, am I reluctant to wear said ...
Funny thing about friendships—you can’t become
friends with someone without first having been strangers. Didn’t our parents
always say “never talk to strangers?”
Us introverts take that advice to heart. We hate
talking to strangers—it’s like walking into the flames of hell.
But when you move to a new place, you have two
choices: put yourself out there or wallow in loneliness. So into the fire of
small talk and introductions I have gone.
When a mom I’d only met only twice invited me to
join a new book club that some of the ...
Until I hit 39 nearly every decision (or lack of
decision) in my life had been directly or indirectly based on fear. Fear of
isolation, loneliness, success, emotions, instability. You name a fear and I
can probably tell you a decision I made based on it.
Last October as I approached my last year in my
30s, I finally said “fuck fear.” (Sorry for the profanity, but fear is powerful
and you need a strong word to combat it.) I deemed my 39th year “the year of no
In two days I turn 40 and as I look at ...
My husband being out of town has made
me realize that he is like a daily low-level dose of Valium, without which my
inner crazy starts to emerge. You see, I have issues with being happy. If something
great happens, I immediately panic that tragedy will strike within 24 hours to
counterattack that happiness.
It isn’t rational, it is completely
fear-based, and I’ve done some crazy things because of it. Example no. 1: When I was a child, my favorite part of our Disney World trip was the
drive home because I was frantic that our house had ...