Write about the last time you stepped out of your comfort zone
Sometimes it seems as if I am perpetually out of my comfort zone. The paradox is that I have spent a life time – seven decades! – learning to live within a state of what some call “existential dissonance.”
It may sound grim, but I am thankful for it.
I can embrace risk, but not recklessly.
I can welcome other points of view, advancing learning and avoiding dogmatism.
When I relax, mostly by meditating, I don’t have to feel I’ve earned it – I am returning to my authentic core.
Authenticity keeps me anchored while weighing up the swirling chaos of my thoughts and the demands of others. When I was a fledgling church minister, a mentor shouted at me, “Claim your authority!” I’ve come to know that authority and authenticity are inextricably linked.
It’s been a life commandment to which I often return.
Social justice advocacy, refugee ministry, mental health support, community building and a nurturing, teaching role in day to day pastoral oversight of small suburban congregations have offered plenty of scope. Retirement has been no different, for which I am relieved.
I don’t think I’d survive too long in a comfort zone!