Officially Exiting the Comfort Zone.

This Summer, I wanted to step out of my comfort zone. I wanted to do something I had never done before; so I signed up to be a volunteer in a local bucket collection. Doing a bucket collection seemed to be a good way to start stepping out of my comfort zone  –  I thought to myself, “How hard can it be to hold a bucket in front of strangers if I’m okay doing presentations in front of my classmates?”. It also helped that my Grandma was keen on my doing some volunteer work – in fact, it was her idea in the first place! However, it was a lot more nerve-wracking than she made it out to be!

Being the youngest volunteer by far, I expected to be given a lot of instruction as to where to go and what to do. This wasn’t the case – the lovely ‘team leader’ as it were gave me a bucket, and I was given free rein to go wherever I wanted with it! (Within reason, I wasn’t actually being encouraged to trot off to Timbuktu.) However, trotting off at all is a much more difficult task than you may think – I had to consider a multitude of things. Where exactly is the place that makes people want to donate the most? Where does a festival start and end? I ended up settling on a spot near a carousel, as five minutes at the hall of mirrors brought me not much more than entertainment.

In front of the carousel was the perfect place to be in my case – I was right next to the singer, which was the perfect excuse not to do as my fellow volunteers did, and approach people for donations. I was of course very keen on getting donations, but this was the part whereupon I realised I was out of my comfort zone. Every time I would see an opportunity to approach someone, I froze in place. I don’t know what it was about asking for donations that freaked me out so much, but I just couldn’t do it. That was, until the choir arrived.

Whilst waiting for their turn to step up onto the stage, they broke off into two large groups, right in front of my carousel spot. Making my way through so many chatting people, asking them for donations left right and centre, was an experience quite unlike any I’ve had before.  I cringed afterwards just thinking about the fact that I’d approached such a large group of strangers, but the weight I felt in my hand was so worth it. My bucket was noticeably heavier with the weight of my achievement. (Kidding, there was actual donations in there.)

This was a couple of weeks ago now, but the memory is still vivid in my mind. It’s a very memorable experience, and actually turned out to be fun! I’d encourage anyone to step outside of their comfort zone every once in a while, because even if you don’t enjoy it, you’ll have a great story to tell! Volunteering is a pretty fantastic way to do this, since you get to raise money for a great cause in the process.

– L

P.S  A little update on Time For Happiness – I’ve bought a piano! I’m teaching myself how to play, and the process continues to be very enjoyable!

P.P.S Thank you so much for all the lovely comments you’ve been leaving on my last few posts (I never expected to get any if I’m honest!), and thank you for your patience in waiting for this one!

Music I listened to whilst writing this post:

  • Two Door Cinema Club – Tourist History
  • Two Door Cinema Club – Beacon

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