The other day I was flying into Washington D.C. to see some friends. There were probably 50-60 children on the flight going to our nation’s capital for the first time. Many of them told me it was their first time on a plane. As we approached Dulles, in the last 20 minutes we flew through some air pockets and the plane was turbulent.
The Children started yelling “woooh” like it was a roller coaster. A few put their hands up as if not to hold on to the seat rests was more daring.
I don’t remember how I felt before my first flight on a plane. I don’t remember the first time I went to Washington D.C. I don’t remember a lot of my “first experiences.”
Other memories, like the first day at West Point, I couldn’t forget if I wanted to.
I think one of the many reasons I am trying a new approach to things was that I yearned for the feeling of doing something “for the first time.”
Throughout the last few years, I had a choice to stay within my comfort zone or depart from it to try something for the first time. I rarely opted for the latter. Was it fear? Perhaps. Was it laziness? Perhaps. I don’t know the reason I stayed in my loop or lane so often, other than that is what I knew and was comfortable.
The underlying assumption in the philosophy of “Ubiquitous Relativity” is that life is better when we are connected to each other. Therefore, the more people I can connect with, the more purpose I feel. When I try something for the first time, I have a new experience to share with someone else. Maybe that person has a similar experience and feels a new connection. Unless I am willing to take a leap of faith into the unknown, and depart my comfort zone, I will limit the numbers of new connections that could enrich my life.
Going from comfort to discomfort is really hard.
But ultimately I think the connections are worth the risks.