I think the concept of a ‘comfort zone’ was invented by people trying to make others feel guilty or ignorant for doing things they enjoy. Allow me to elaborate, if you are not with me on this.
If, for example, one really enjoys playing the guitar, and happens to be rather good at it, so good in fact that they are able to share the gift of music with others by making great music and perhaps helping others great music too. Another person might look at that individual and accuse them of being stuck in their ‘comfort zone’ and instantly INSIST that they go and try something else.
Apparently it’s only possible to grow when outside of our ‘comfort zones’, zones which have been defined by the person that insists we need ‘growing’ in the first place.
Isn’t ‘growth’ just another word for ‘change’? So when someone says you have an opportunity to ‘grow’ is it possible that they are basically saying ‘I don’t like the way you are’? or perhaps ‘you need to change’? So ‘growth’ is a synonym for ‘change’.
I know I’m being a bit cynical. I know this post is kind of harsh in tone. But I must protest, since when is it a bad thing to enjoy particular pursuits? This one thing has been a real drain on this mission. That is the insistence that we must ‘get out of our comfort zones’, which we have already seen is just another way of saying ‘I don’t like the way you are’.
But hold on, is that what is really being said? Does challenge mean that someone doesn’t like you? Does hardship mean enmity? I’m not certain. Writing this I feel great pain, disorder, frustration. Annoyed at my inadequacy and disappointed by my own hard-heartedness.
How interesting that these are the things to be brought up by this. Being challenged in certain ways. Pressing on the wounds. It stings. But perhaps I was unaware of the wounds until they had been pressed.
What wounds are these? Wounds of the memories of rejection? Wounds of letting myself down? Wounds of not being who I want to be?
I think the purpose of being pushed out of comfort zones is perhaps served in this conflict. In some respects, this pushing out can serve to drag sin and shame into the light, which otherwise might have remained hidden. In the comfort zone, I can display my shiny side. Moved out of it, the bits of me which have been sitting for so long in filth can become clean.
And it’s simply pride which struggles against this process.
I am proud. It’s disgusting, isn’t it?
Maybe it will be over soon.