Exit your comfort zone, but first…

This is surely not the first, nor the last post, about comfort zones, but it’s so common issue among us that I also want to write about it. It seems like this topic has never-ending urge to be solved, and I’m happy because of it (I have something to write about mwahaha! *evil laugh* JK!). Not happy because it’s hard to handle it, it’s because people are getting aware that changes can lead to better life, and we are all together waking up towards it.

I like to mention 3 types of zones before I start bitching about no life in comfort zones. Those are:

Why would others owe you attention?

Why would others owe you attention?

Concerned how all the people out there looking at you?

When you realize how much you are not important to the Universe…

(You’re going to fall into depression.)

Kidding! 😊

You’re going to slowly understand whose opinion actually matters. Mostly is yours, and maybe from your partner, parents and occasionally friends (Why occasionally? Because sometimes people struggle with the definition of true friends.).

The taste of panic attack

The taste of P attacks

It was a stressful period of my life many years ago. I could call it a period of chaos and a big loss. I was carrying my “I don’t care” mask, stealthily trying to hide the suffer and sorrow, followed by the unchosen belief that nonhappy emotions make you weak and ugly. I still didn’t know that it could cause much more grief within me, and I didn’t know how serious it could get if a human keeps every emotion inside, and tries to numb it or ignore it.