The fear of the unknown can control your soul. As I discovered that I was not in a place of familiarity I quickly learned what comfort had done to me.
After spending a couple hours with the locals I quickly discovered I was not in Kansas anymore (I actually never lived in kansas, just a wizard of oz reference there). I had never experienced this crowd before and was a little taken back. Though I enjoyed the game I could not help but feel uncomfortable as I tried to blend in and not stick out (I was wearing a Blues jersey though).
The game quickly became more of a hockey game. It was a stage that was my life and I was center stage. I was in such an unfamiliar place that everything was new and I was overwhelmed. I realized that my story had been one of predictability and comfort. There was nothing that was a challenge, nothing that was difficult. Instead it was a story that centered around familiarity and comfort.
Now more then ever, comfort is the last thing I need. Because my story has become comfortable.
How comfortable have you become?
Is that a good or bad thing?