I constantly am preaching to others to step outside of their comfort zone because that is where the magic happens, where the most growth will occur. I was being a hypocrite to my own words though. What I said is true, but I haven’t truly stepped outside of my comfort zone until this week.
On Monday, I was walking back to my room after all of my morning classes. As I am a couple feet from my door, I heard the man behind me struggling, grunting, and getting stuck a couple times in his wheelchair. I could tell he needed some help as he wasn’t normally in a wheelchair for he was doing this experiment for his RPL class. I turned around after he started sliding down a hill (haha) and asked if he needed any help. I continued to push him around Barnes and Powers on the sidewalks, through the UC to Starbucks. As I was pushing this stranger, I realized what great of a feeling it was to help those in need. We were having a great conversation about how difficult it has been to be in a wheelchair (his arms were aching, he had blisters forming on his hands) and he just got the wheelchair, and how he had another woman help push him around earlier that day. I met a new person that day (even though I didn’t catch his name) and I really wish I could reconnect with this stranger to see how the rest of his day went. Why this was outside of my comfort zone you may ask? I don’t usually walk up to a stranger going to class to strike up a conversation. I also might see someone in a wheelchair, but I wouldn’t normally help push them around; not because I am a terrible person but because I feel as if it would make them feel as if they couldn’t do it themself.
On Wednesday, I competed in the Miss Minerva pageant for SAE’s Paddy Murphy Week. I’ve been on stage or infront of crowds many times before, but I’ve never done those things by myself. I’m usually always with a team or a group which means all the attention is not on me. But in a pageant, everything is up to you, how you speak, how you perform, how you answer the questions; all of which, put a lot of pressure on me. Although I lost the pageant, I learned a lot about myself and my nerves. I know now that I can be on stage by myself and not melt into an embarrassing puddle. I was able to perform a dance (as my talent portion), answer questions I was not prepared for, and just stand infront of 50-60 people.
I learned to just have fun and not worry about winning or who might be judging. Everything is an experience and an adventure, and I should enjoy the ride!