I’m so out of my comfort zone I can’t breath.


That quote, you know the one that goes like this…..  ‘Life begins at the end of your comfort zone’.  Well does it? Does the magic really happen when you are pushed to your edge? Does life really begin when the proverbial rug is pulled out from beneath you?  Does it really begin when you have to start again.  When you have to do it all over but you are tired and afraid.

I’m waiting life.  I am waiting for you to show me.

It seems I have spent the last two years being terrified.  Two years of grappling to find comfort in the unfamiliar. Searching for the path back to comfort.  Back to that comfort zone where life felt safe and I had a plan.

I continue to have my daily conversations with my mother, as I have done for the last fifty one years.  She no longer answers.  There is no comforting reply.  No sound advice from the email address that was once hers.  No Sunday Skype and reassuring smile.  No ‘I can come if you need me’.  I need you.

I tell her that nothing is the same.  I tell her that I wander around this ‘edge’ in search of home but I have yet to find it.  I tell her that a blind man does not use his cane to see where he can go but rather where he can’t.  I tell her that I have lost my cane.  That I don’t know where it’s safe to tread and I have no one to tell me.  I tell her that I can’t see the road ahead.  That it is all blurry and misty where I am.  That there are no white lines or cats eyes showing me where to go.   I tell her of opportunities that come my way but that I don’t know if I should.  That I need her  to tell me that I should.   I tell her that I have no place to call home anymore.  Either here or there.  That I have lost my secret place where I could hide from my fears and from the world when it all got too much.  I tell her I do not know how I will survive this.

I tell her that I am having to do things differently and I’m not sure that I am doing it right.  That there were people I believed in, totally believed in that let me down.  That there were new people I thought were honest and kind but they were not.  That I told them my stories and now I realised I should not have.

I tell her too of all the beautiful friends I do have that listen endlessly to my why’s, what if’s and how’s.  I tell her that all the little gifts she gave me over the years are my new familiar.  That I can see her everywhere because of those things.  I tell her that it is from her that I learnt the real meaning of unconditional love.  That her exceptional friendship is what I hope to emulate with my own girls.  I tell her I’m trying.

I tell her of the days that are magical and happy and of the dark days when I can’t even remember how to breathe.

I tell her that it is all down to me now.

I tell her I am scared that I am doing it all wrong.

I tell her I am alone but never lonely.  That she taught me that art of being alone.  I am eternally grateful for that.

I tell her I am so out of my comfort zone I can’t breathe.

Does life really begin in the unfamiliar?  Does it begin with a new front door of a home that is not mine? Does it begin with the loss of friends there were supposed to be there for a lifetime ? Does it begin in the space of starting again.  Does it begin in the not knowing of how this is supposed to work?

I do not know. I think by now I am supposed to know but I do not.

5 Responses to “I’m so out of my comfort zone I can’t breath.”

  1. 1 Anonymous 10/10/2016 at 5:41 pm

    I absolutely love your writing……. Your stories are so real I feel like they are for me….I so get what you saying! Xx

  2. 2 divaforaday 11/10/2016 at 12:42 am

    when I see you’ve posted I always come and read- I’m always rewarded by a fresh insight – a new step on the journey. my comment would be, although I don’t begin to understand your journey, that babies love their pooey nappies, they yell and holler when we try to replace it with something clean and fresh, hell, they made that nappy, it’s warm, and comfortable for a time, but, after the initial shock of the clean fresh diaper, they move on from the change, to new exciting nappies. my wish for you is to see your old life as that pooey nappy lol!! fabulous but only for a time. wishing you peace my Facebook friend xox

  3. 3 Anonymous 11/10/2016 at 6:37 am

    I read this with tears rolling . It’s still the same for me, never got over my divorce. My mum died two years ago and I’m an only child. And then wham retrenchment. I can’t find my new normal I’m still reeling from the loss of the old.

    • 4 nikivv 11/10/2016 at 4:55 pm

      I feel you. I have no siblings. No parents. There is an aloneness in doing this so alone that is hard to describe to others. There is no fallback. Just me searching of a new normal. I hear you. I really do.

  4. 5 kirsten mason 11/10/2016 at 8:10 am

    love your writing………. can so relate to it!!!

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