i’m stepping out of my comfort zone to reach my goals and move closer to my dreams

The comfort zone is rarely a wall. It is more like a groove worn smooth by use — the same three lunch companions, the same route home, the same kind of work accepted because you know in advance you will not humiliate yourself in it.

Stepping out is almost always smaller than it sounds. Speaking first in a meeting rather than third. Sitting at a table where you know nobody. The discomfort lasts about forty seconds, and the groove gets slightly wider, permanently.