My friend, Ben came up with the term, un-comfort”, twenty years ago. (see tag) He said I put people in their “un-comfort” zone. They either liked me or they didn’t, based on how comfortable they were, being uncomfortable. It was a revelation at the time. Now it’s understood.
Lately, I’ve been in my own un-comfort zone. I hate to think I have, “RTC”. That’s “resistance to change” in my husband’s vernacular. I’m pretty mutable but there are some areas where I’m rigid. I’ve been stuck in one of these bubbles over the last couple weeks. It’s been excruciating. If I can’t do what I’ve always done, it means I have no idea what to do instead. That’s scary.
Yesterday, I had a client. She’s got to rethink her approach to romantic relationships if she wants to create a new scenario in her life. She’s got to dump the whole hard drive and start fresh.
This is easier said than done. Come on, now. Who wants to dump all their stuff – really dump their patterns of relating to that they’re unrecoverable…and head off some totally unknown and untested direction?
That’s where she is. I see I’m in the same situation.
If I stay here, I will do nothing but sink. Well guess what? I’m claustrophobic. The last thing I want is to be enveloped in some kind of quicksand because I stood around like some kind of dumb cow instead of moving out while I had the change.
So that’s what this post is. This blog is going to be different now. See if you can spot the change.
Ha ha ha, that’s my Mars Mercury conjunction, challenging you.
Pluto is direct now. What should dump off the back of your truck? And once you do, where are you heading?