Comfort Zone, Schmumfort Zone

The reason it took me over 10 years to write my book is because of this right here.

The things I must do now.

Promotion.

Putting myself out there.

Saying, essentially, "Look at me, look at me!"

Gross.

I'm not really afraid of speaking in front of people.

I'm not afraid of saying, "This is really good, you should read it." (If it's someone else's book.)

I love promoting other people and their accomplishments.

But doing it for myself makes me unbelievably uncomfortable.

Yet, I'm doing it.

I'm stepping out of my comfort zone and doing all the things.

I'm a little proud of myself, too.

I worked so hard for this book. I put my heart and soul into it. I prayed over it. I wrestled with it. I left it for dead and brought it back to life ... several times. 

I want to do right by it and give it my best. So, I'm stepping out of the comfy, pillow-lined prison where nothing much happens, and jumping into a place where maybe, just maybe, someone will be blessed or encouraged by my hard work. 

I do hope so.

Are you sitting in a cushy, comfy prison? 

Break out with me!