I am a huge proponent of pushing yourself outside of your comfort zone. Pretty much in any area of life. Great things happen out there. Wonderful opportunities and fabulous possibilities can be discovered just on the other side of where our comfort ends. And we can never find those things if we don’t occasionally dip our toes into that zone of discomfort. I have preached this concept time and again to athletes whom I have coached and to friends who are exploring major life changes as well as to people who just want to up their style game.
In fact, I have written quite a few posts in the life of my blog addressing just how beneficial stepping outside of your comfort zone can be. In Out of My Comfort Zone: Camo and Floral, I explored a pattern combination in my outfit that felt very wrong to me and ended up being quite brilliant (thank you to Debbie of Fashion Fairy Dust for pushing me there). In Inspired By Hypnoz Glam: Reflections on Comfortability with Rosegal, I spoke more about how dangerous it can be to get too settled within the confines of your comfort zone (thank you to Edwige of Hypnoz Glam for inspiring that post). And in Facing My Fears at the Chico’s NYC Meet Up, I discussed how I was not going to let my fear of potential discomfort stop me from doing something fabulous (thank you to all of the amazing women who participated in that event, particularly Eugenia of The Age of Grace and Catherine of Catherine Grace O who poured their hearts in to coordinating that event).
*Skirt: Target. No longer available.
But sometimes, just sometimes, we take that chance to step outside our comfort zone and the only thing we find there is complete and total discomfort. While the benefits of stepping outside of your comfort zone can be ever so rewarding, taking a chance is just that…a chance. There is the possibility that pushing yourself past your limits could result in nothing other than you standing there in a place where are just plain old uncomfortable.
Recently, this exact thing happened to me. It is rather silly actually and quite harmless in the grand scheme of things. And my lesson has been learned…that in this particular case of comfortability, maybe I should just stay put right where I am comfortable. That probably won’t happen though because I am always pushing past those limits. Because what fun would life be if I just sat still in the same old boring space?
You probably have noticed that I have recently been experimenting a lot with hats. I just adore the way a cute hat can elevate any outfit and speak volumes about your personality. I have been wearing wide brimmed felt hats, straw hats, cloche hats, berets, your standard knit beanies, and even the occasional fascinator. I do adore the newsboy caps that are trending right now and look so adorable on my blogger friends whom I have seen sporting this style. I have tried on a few and they don’t seem to work that well on my head. Recently, I have collaborated with Banggood and I chose two different hats…mostly because I can’t seem to get enough. My pink beret is absolutely fabulous, but I already knew that berets worked for me when I chose this one. And not wanting to always play it safe in my style choices as well as enjoying a good challenge that takes me way outside of my comfort zone, I decided that in addition to my pink beret, I would also try a velvet turban.
Now let me be clear, I have never ever before put a turban of any kind on my head, so I was taking a bit of chance ordering this type of headwear online. But I have seen Judith of Style Crone rock a turban unlike any other and I became fascinated. Not to pretend that I possess anywhere near the hat pizazz that Judith does, I figured what the heck, let’s give it a go. The result…complete and total
disaster discomfort! Turbans do not suit me, the size and shape of my head, or my style. Not. At. All.
Shirt and Necklace: Old.
I have no intention of implying that the turban itself is of poor quality. In fact, it is crafted from quite a lovely soft velvet with lots of stretch (which was conducive to properly accommodating the substantial circumference of my noggin). And the deep royal blue shade of the velvet is what caught my attention in the first place. It is simply the style of this headwear that is just not for me.
You can probably see how uncomfortable I am in the photos where the turban is properly situated on my head. Once I removed it, I settled back into my comfort zone and relaxed for the camera. Some may say the turban isn’t as bad I think, but my husband’s facial expression of complete and utter…um…repulsion…would indicate otherwise. Some may burst out into fits of laughter at my venture into the realm of turban-wearing. So laugh if you must because there is no one on this planet who has laughed at my expense more than myself. I can take a good chuckle directed right at me. It is good for the soul, in my opinion, to laugh at oneself and one’s own silly sartorial adventures. So I will leave the brilliance of turban styling to Judith and admire her through the screen of my computer while I quietly and discreetly tuck my velvet turban away in a drawer.
Maybe I will gain some fortitude in the future to try my turban again…perhaps with my hair styled differently. Maybe I won’t. I guess we will all find out at a later time how far outside my comfort zone I am willing to step.
*Boots: Kenneth Cole Renna from TJ Maxx. No longer available.
Have you ever taken the step outside of your comfort zone and found yourself flat on your face in a puddle of disappointment?! It’s always worth a good laugh when that happens, I think!
Keeping it on the edge,
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