I had a great time that that evening dancing and meeting lots of interesting people. As I was reflecting on the evening I was really aware of my comfort zone. I really don’t identify as a furry, but I felt the urge to explore that evening and accepted the invitation to go to the club. I was also aware that my comfort zone would have kept me from a fun evening if I was listening to that voice in my head that was telling me not to go.
There were lots of made up reasons to not go. I’m not a furry. I don’t know how to react to furries. I don’t want to say something accidentally offensive. I don’t want to feel out of place. I didn’t listen to any of those reasons.
At the same time, I also have learned much from my beast. I’m not sure if that qualifies me as a furry, but I do understand the freedom that one can have when we leave our usual persona behind and adapt a new one.
Instead of succumbing to my inner voices, I listened to my desire to be curious and explore. I dressed up – not as a furry, but I dressed for fun nevertheless. I introduced myself to people I didn’t know. People I didn’t know came up to chat with me. Many people loved what I was wearing. It was fun!
Sometimes, my comfort zone is a personal prison. It keeps me from exploring new opportunities and tasting all that life has to offer. I’ve noticed that as I get older, my comfort zone becomes more prominent. I like what I”m familiar with (oh no! I”m turning into my parents!)
This night out was clearly outside of my comfort zone, yet I had a blast! Many aspects in my life lately have been telling me that my comfort zone should be a refuge – not a prison. I can be in my comfort zone when I need familiar things or when I need time to rest and recharge. It’s also very important to get out of my comfort zone and explore all that life has to offer.
Yes, furries ruin everything!