I love my Comfort Zone

It's warm, snug and fluffy

I know its exact boundaries: height, width, depth

Here I feel safe, secure and confident

Doing all the things I've done before

That I know I do extremely well

So much so, that I've no reason to travel outside it

Because beyond is my DIScomfort Zone

A strange, mysterious place

Full of new challenges and experiences

When I imagine visiting it

I fill with a fiery flush of anxiety and uncertainty

Like I'm starting my first day of school

Diving off the swimming pool's top board

Or stepping onto a dark, distant planet

Although these thoughts terrify me

My teacher insists that I need to go there

And when I tell her that I'm unsure of what will happen if I do

She just smiles widely and replies

“Exactly”