Comfort zone

I used to think that if I just tried hard enough I could do anything, but that isn't true.

I loved big family dinners and we had the room to do sit down dinners for everyone, but in all the years I was married I only got the family to make the 78 mile drive to our house once for a holiday. It was Thanksgiving and my fortieth birthday.

It is a matter of mind set. In their minds it was a different world. They could go 40 miles but not 78. It was okay. We usually made the trip to them, or we invited friends over, but it would have been nice if they could have shared.

It's the same way with most things. As Bestest says, my power ends at the tip of my nose. No matter how hard I try to do the right thing, or a funny thing, or just a different thing, it can only cross borders that are open.

Each of us set up our own boundaries and we have to live within them. They are our comfort zone.

Crossing into someone else's comfort zone uninvited might destroy all the bridges in between. It's a risk and the consequences need to be considered, but sometimes the best of intentions are misunderstood.