Day Eighty-seven: Prison Break

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I am an "accidental blogger". When I launched my writing career in March of 2014, one of the things that I decided to include was my journaling, which I have always found to be a comforting and therapeutic endeavor. It was a big risk to open myself up in such a public forum, but it has taught me that, for the most part, we share far more experiences than we think. It's comforting to know I'm not alone! (*the "Button Text" is the link to my first novel)

Day Eighty-seven: Prison Break

1/28/2015

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I am prone to slipping into my comfort zone and making myself at home there. This is NOT a good thing even though it's easy to do, makes me feel safe, and in control. Early in my life, to get me out of it would have been a major fight. I'd have dug my heels in and stubbornly refused to move. It wasn't until somewhere in my mid thirties I began to see the beauty of discovery, growth from new adventures, and the excitement high to be had by escaping the confines of comfortable. Those boundaries can become a prison if you stay in them too long.

Flash forward to forty-five year old me and you'll find a woman who still enjoys safe harbour in her comfort zone, needs it in fact and yet thirsts for the thrills to be had away from it. OH how those places make me feel alive! Today I'm happy to my core that I have not allowed myself to remain a captive in my comfort zone. Even though I visit on occasion, I always leave the door unlocked that leads to all points beyond. It is my fervent hope that if you are stuck in the confines of your own comfy prison, you'll give yourself permission to pick the lock and escape. Once you're out, meet me in the sky!

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About The Author

I grew up in rural North Carolina. When I was only nineteen, I moved away and became a military wife. My only aspiration at that tender time in my life was to create an adult life that "fixed" all of the "injustices" of my childhood. Secretly, however, I wanted to reach for the sky! I wanted to be a writer and find ways to "save the world" (my mother used to say, "You have Save the World Syndrome".). Mostly, I wanted to matter.

Since then, I have learned to reach well beyond what I ever dared to think was possible. I've learned not to allow fear to stop me from whatever future I want to create!

What keeps me grounded? My Tribe! What provides the wind beneath my wings? A well of reserves filled with unstoppable passion!

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