Outside of My Comfort Zone

     I have been contemplating writing a blog for some time.  I had  the idea that it would chronicle my transformation from city girl to country girl after we moved to New York from Massachusetts.  Only that never happened.  Not the transformation and not the blog.  Sure I can now identify many chickens by breed and I know more about goats in rut than I ever wanted to know, but inside not that much changed.  The idea of a blog was still there though.  I started thinking about what I like to read and then inspiration struck!  I love a good memoir, specifically a memoir where the writer details making a lifestyle change or embarking on a personal pilgrimage of sorts.  Wild by Cheryl Strayed, The Dirty Life by Kristin Kimball, and Life From Scratch by Sasha Martin are a few of my favorites.  So I began to wonder what I could change about the way I am living my life and what might happen if I did make a change.  The answer was clear.  I needed to step outside my comfort zone and outside was the magic word.

     I made the decision to go outside at least once every week and blog about it.  Walking from the house to the van was not enough.  I needed to go outside and have an experience.  This may not sound like much to most people which is why I need to explain myself.  I hate being outside.  Like all capital letters HATE.  I love the great indoors.  I love climate control and staying clean and sitting down.  When I have a choice between an indoor and outdoor activity, zero times out of 100 do I choose the outdoor option.  So this new plan of mine is going to be a challenge.  

     In a huge burst of excitement I shared my idea with my 15 year old son, Harper.  He knows me well enough to know the difficulty of what I was about to do; writing on the computer and spending time outdoors.  I don't do either one.  He smiled and said sarcastically, "That will be a walk in the park".  With that, my blog was born.