Out of the comfort zone. Probably the most embarrassing way to get better

comfort zone - fences inside our brains, which are hanging signs, "Go over there - there will be good, but do not go here - here is bad." comfort zone consists of habits of thinking and, consequently, in behavior. All usual - well and good. All that is unusual - the universal evil.

We are here and well fed

The habit of getting up at seven, to work stomping to nine, dinner at a restaurant around the corner, check out detektivchik home, then take a shower and sleep. The same people, the same beating on the job, the same sanatorium resorts of the Krasnodar Territory. Many still live for years, clinging to the daily rituals and call it stability.

We have to get used to, merge with our habits. We risk to stop and not move forward. And you know what happens when we do not move forward? We're simply dying.

Life - like bicycle driving. To keep your balance, you have to move!

Albert Einstein

Change something, of course, terrible. Can not be obtained. They can laugh. May offend. To dismiss, in the end. Boring things once possessed and me. The work is excellent, the RFP could not be better, live on my own, everything is there. And that something is not right. Sucked into the vortex of "home-work-home". And do not leave the impression that the office and the fate of the rat (sorry if offended anyone) - the worst thing that could happen to me. And yes, to change something was terribly scared.

As I gave myself a shake-up

But human nature dictates its own rules. The fifth point is persistently looking for adventure, and, of course, is. Story that happened to me last summer - a classic example of hardcore release of the comfort zone. Moreover, I vlipla this story exclusively on his own stupidity.

Here is how it was

One of my recent hobbies - playing the African and Arabic percussion. The school where I do, has got a tradition every summer to arrange drum intensives. Going for a week somewhere in warmer climes, such as the Crimea, and figachit on the drums all day, with breaks for eating and sleeping. I was once on such the Intensive visited, and it was very cool. Fun, fervent, the drums thundered on the entire village. In the evening we came to the light the neighbors, we are not allowed to sleep;) In short, decided that the next intensity without me will not do.

As time goes by, the summer is approaching and drum event. Suddenly heard the question: "And whether can someone cook? We need a cook. " And then something came over me. Until then my cooking tasted except my father. The fact that he survived, suddenly gave confidence. "I can" - I say. What prompted me and how exactly the body, except the head, I thought, I can not explain. But to say you will not return, and I signed the sentence issued to cook intensity. In general, the idea seemed to me pretty good. I so wanted to go with something like a volunteer to bring benefit to the society and save money. And then a cook. Cool back!

sweet ignorance

You know, it seemed that everything is quite simple. Well, got up, made breakfast, cleaned, washed. Then Navara some soup. The most common, only ten times more. The products will be, a huge pot, too. Assistants will. But for the grain you. Even during the breaks have time to do swim in the warm sea of ​​August. It is not known what would the whole thing came to an end, if not intuition organizers. At the last moment they are still safe and grabbed on the intensity of one guy named Oleg. He turned professional chef. I mentally dubbed him immediately Oleg "Trushny Cook".

The harsh reality

The rise in the 6.00. Another fertile blows cool, but an hour and a half of the village Stalking overweight, lazy roasting. And I have all these half-hour jog around the kitchen, as the wounded in the seat of the lynx. Put to cook compote. Put to cook porridge. Slice the bread, cut fruits and dried fruits, all krasivenko put on a plate. Not to forget! Move tables, remove all lay. Put a plate, put forks, spoons, napkins. Bear porridge, muesli, dried fruit, honey and Varenka. Heat the milk.

The people, meanwhile, tightened. The very first rake all the most delicious, trample muesli, drink cool milk and cleaned destroy nuts and dried apricots. Fans of sleep come and indignant: "Uh, where all of our food? Lena, and there is still izyumchik? Please bring. And still it is possible to heat the milk, very lukewarm want. " Lena runs, gets izyumchik, which has remained a handful, and you need to stretch for a couple of days. Milk when it's necessary, of course, come to an end. To get another pack, you need to wake up an old mistress, that the one and only holds the keys to everything in this cottage. So far, hating myself, I stomp with the hostess for milk, breakfast time is steadily running out. Begin workshops, the kitchen fit other residents of the cottage. They are pushing our products to make room and loudly swears on a pile of dirty dishes that have accumulated in the sink.

After breakfast we all sadly. Wash all the pots, plates, cups, forks, spoons. Remove tables, fold the dried fruit. Wipe the floor. Go lie down in the room. Crawl on the beach, make the swim. Run to run back into the kitchen to prepare dinner. Peel the vegetables, waiting for Oleg "Trushnogo Cooks", together making dinner.

Oleg "Trushny Cook" looks through me. If I do something wrong, yelling obscenities good. I feel I deserved and obediently silent. I cut the potatoes not so, onions need to clean this way, garlic cutting, crushing knife sideways. About blade at all forget! All you need to mix, holding the heavy pan with one hand on the weight and throwing the contents.

The apogee was my attempt to cut the tomatoes into cubes. Cursing, I was operating a knife, while still not slashed the blade across the finger. Oleg did not notice anything, come read about the correct notation slicing tomatoes. And now I stand and listen to his mentor until the light on a beautiful tile, like a spring flood, flows blood. For some reason, instead of running into the room and dress the wound, I try to cover up the puddle with his foot. I deduce from coma cries included neighbors who kicked kicked me in the dressing. In general, a complete psychedelic.

In the evening, the same ritual that and at lunch. Cook, clean, wash. Then another lick finally the kitchen and make the workpiece for tomorrow. Each day ends at two in the morning. And get up again at six in the morning. Every evening - mixed feelings. Fatigue, anger, shame. The whole body is sore, aching lower back, legs fall off. Do not want no sea, no sun, no to the kitchen even more. I would like to come to rest on the pillow and go to sleep only until the evening of the next day.

In the morning in the reflection of the mirror at me vozzaryaetsya emaciated, pale face with dirty, sticking out in different directions lohmami. Spending most of their time in the kitchen, I felt a strong aversion to food and hunger is only felt in the late afternoon. A 10-minute swim sun I did not take. Head wash, then again, there is no time. And here I am again rush to the kitchen.

in total

After six days I sit and think about everything that happened. I, in general, magically disgraced. Summed up the people, infuriated by Oleg "Trushnogo Cooks" and just tired like a bastard.

On the other hand:

Kitchen life hacking on all occasions

Strict but fair, Oleg "Trushny Cook" taught me a week heap all sorts of useful items, starting with the fact how to roll a lemon, then to easily squeeze the juice, and ending with the various techniques of cutting vegetables.

Compassionate neighbors in the cottage, seeing as I suffer with mountains of dirty dishes, taught me the right technology washing large number of dishes, which I use to this day.

Work hardening!

I have absolutely lost reluctant to bytovuhe. So cruel I have not plowed. All remnants of prejudices about the arms disappeared, after that week in my field of household chores is not terribly personal.

Smart, good and bright thoughts

I have finally convinced that any professional of the business - is a manufacturer of human happiness. Such was the Oleg "Trushny Cook" who saved my ass and amazing fed us all six days. I realized that if you want to feel happy himself - must first make happy others.

And other nice bonuses

Upon arrival in Kiev, I threw a stupid rat-office work to dig really the right vector of development. I could learn and experience all that is learned and experienced, if not recklessly volunteered as a cook? Most likely no.

Why is it so unpleasant to go beyond your comfort zone?

1. Enough experience.
2. Not enough time.
3. Enough forces.
4. Insufficiently habits.
5. It is not enough courage.

And why are we still should go for it?

1. When we do not have enough experience, and should be done now, immediately and in spite of everything - we are beginning to learn to ten times faster.
2. When we do not have time - we throw away in our heads all the excess and include the concentration of work to be on time.
3. When we do not have the strength - we have to use all imaginable and unimaginable resources of the organism. Much like the night before the exam;)
4. When we do not have the habit - we are left with only her produce.
5. When we do not have the courage - nothing remains but to find it.

Warning

I do not advocate glazed hypocritical nonsense, so I will explain for those who do not yet understand. The really go beyond their comfort zone - of hell unpleasant. So that quality to learn quickly, so that this experience was carved on subcortical brain - it's a pain, suffering and humiliation. It's a step into the abyss. That is why many people live their entire lives as boiled flies. They live the same, boring, no action. Because radically change something unpleasant in this life (it is cardinallyRather than "painted in purple-ka"). Because terrible. And it is true.

And so for those who are scared

... go hitchhiking instead of train, invite someone in a movie, instead of fear that you otbreyut, or go to the Crimea as a cook to feed 20 people, instead of blissfully lying on sun. Think again.

Think about that the automatic braking - the most universal way of knowing reality. The fact that the girl scared to invite to the movies, can make you very happy. A bad debut as a chef - the start of something new, unknown and beautiful.

Well, I wish readers a dynamic and vibrant daily life! What do you think about going beyond your comfort zone? There are stories of life? Tell.