How uncomfortable does one have to be to be outside one’s comfort zone? Just wondering, as today life on board the Brocade started to feel just a little too luxurious.
I set up my bimini and strategically placed sarongs to hide me from the sun, and donned large sunhat and sunglasses. With the broad-brimmed hat and my white rowing gloves, I feel like some kind of debutante from the 1950s… who has forgotten to put her dress on.
I took my fan out on deck and positioned it just in front of my rowing position. And when even all these precautions were inadequate to keep me cool, I jumped in the water for a cooling swim, followed by a sponging down with fresh water – which I can afford to use extravagantly, for a change, because my watermaker is working beautifully so far.
So all in all, I was almost comfortable. Well, apart from the blisters, cramping hands, aching back and sore butt.
This made me start wondering if I’m getting soft in my old age. I remembered that epiphany I had on the Atlantic Ocean when I realized that it was okay that I was so miserably uncomfortable. I had wanted to get outside my comfort zone – and by definition, that is going to be uncomfortable. Duh!
But if my comfort zone has now expanded, and/or I’ve found a way to make my ocean rowing escapades more comfortable, then I’m not outside my comfort zone any more.
I’m not masochistic enough to make this deliberately more uncomfortable for myself. That would be rather silly. But am I really learning anything new if this is becoming same old, same old?
Or maybe I should be more careful what I wish for. And just say thank you, life, for not making me go through an experience like the Atlantic again. And long may this relative ease continue.
Thanks for the jokes – much appreciated! Nice to know you’re thinking of me. Special hello to Will Stockland – my wine drinking and philosophising buddy. Looking forward to a catch-up in Oxford later in the year.
Doug – okay then. Knock, knock…
Grumble of the day: laptops have to go on your lap. And they’re hot. This is very uncomfortable. One feature I really liked in Greg K’s vessel “WiTHiN” was its built-in keyboard table. Must try to figure out where I can put one in here.
My sunburn has now reached that interesting warty-toad stage, where it forms into bubbles of liquid, presumably in an attempt to allow the skin beneath a chance to heal. Hmm, attractive!
Alf the Spider (my stowaway from Tarawa) was spotted today, early afternoon, on the bulkhead of the fore cabin. So he’s still alive. Not visibly losing weight, although I’m not sure how you can tell with a spider. I just dread finding him one day with his eight little legs curled up in the air. Becoming quite fond of the little chap. Not much for conversation, but he is at least company.
Apologies for erratic behaviour of the RozTracker. I don’t really know what is going on – no problems evident from this end – but hopefully Evan and the Archinoetics heroes are onto it.
And as a final reflection on my comfort zone, I am feeling that it is time for me to start transitioning into the next phase of my life, to take on a new challenge. Hopefully this will be the Foundation that we are fundraising for at the moment through the Go Roz Go contest. The purpose of the foundation will be to nurture the next generation of people pursuing their life purpose – be it in adventure or anything else. If you can, please help support us. No contribution too small – it all adds up!