Since childhood, spiders to me have remained the blood curdling, bone-chilling creature, with the ability to paralyze almost everyone – from adult men to teenage girls – with fear. As a teenage girl, I seem to be the stereotypical, terrified victim of the spider.
Flashback to my earlier teenage years, and I was not moving that spider. There was no way – it was not a job for me. I was determined to avoid contact and proximity at all costs, even if this meant evacuating the room. The solution to the problem was to call my dad to fix the “urgent problem”. Moving within a few feet of the spider was moving far outside of my comfort zone – a place that I was definitely not prepared to go.
With time, I realized that my father would not always be there to pick up the spiders. In fact, there might even be a day when I would have to deal with the spider alone….can you imagine??
I knew I had to gain some form of independence when it came to dealing with my discomfort with spiders. I learned the intricate art of shuffling a spider onto a magazine, placing a glass over it, and releasing it outside of my window. Granted, this came with squirms, occasional quiet little shrieks, and a continuous vocal self-pep talk. Nevertheless, I would close my window feeling a sense of accomplished pride.
As with almost every situation, that step outside of my comfort …show more content…
Spiders are a risk – a step outside of my comfort zone that, while being scary, creates an experience that inevitably brings growth. These are the types of experiences that I crave on a daily basis – opportunities that place a question mark over what I am used to, that uproot me from my comfort zone, and throw me in directions that I never expected to land in. I know that risk-taking and new opportunities are what bring growth and development in one's life, and I know that I can find these situations at
Flashback to my earlier teenage years, and I was not moving that spider. There was no way – it was not a job for me. I was determined to avoid contact and proximity at all costs, even if this meant evacuating the room. The solution to the problem was to call my dad to fix the “urgent problem”. Moving within a few feet of the spider was moving far outside of my comfort zone – a place that I was definitely not prepared to go.
With time, I realized that my father would not always be there to pick up the spiders. In fact, there might even be a day when I would have to deal with the spider alone….can you imagine??
I knew I had to gain some form of independence when it came to dealing with my discomfort with spiders. I learned the intricate art of shuffling a spider onto a magazine, placing a glass over it, and releasing it outside of my window. Granted, this came with squirms, occasional quiet little shrieks, and a continuous vocal self-pep talk. Nevertheless, I would close my window feeling a sense of accomplished pride.
As with almost every situation, that step outside of my comfort …show more content…
Spiders are a risk – a step outside of my comfort zone that, while being scary, creates an experience that inevitably brings growth. These are the types of experiences that I crave on a daily basis – opportunities that place a question mark over what I am used to, that uproot me from my comfort zone, and throw me in directions that I never expected to land in. I know that risk-taking and new opportunities are what bring growth and development in one's life, and I know that I can find these situations at