There is comfort outside the zone.
Most of the past 20 some years, I'd never have thought I'd be where I am today...in many areas, I suppose, but specifically divorcing with two teenage kids. However I got here, I'm honestly okay with it. Every day I'm finding parts of myself that had somehow gotten lost in whom I'd become. Not that I didn't appreciate the person I'd become, because that person had raised two great young men and had worshiped God with a thankful heart, but there were bits and pieces of a person that had once had her own dreams and inspirations that got lost along the way. I'm finding that person again, and it's a good experience for me.
Our house has a lot of laughter, and it's a good feeling. The boys and I talk openly about things and I'm thankful that they trust me with their hearts. I've changed, the home has changed and our lives have changed...but we are still trusting God with all things and I'm sure that has a lot to do with how we've not let fear steal our joy.
I'm not trying to say that I didn't enjoy my past 20 years with Mark, but I'm saying that I'm not unhappy that life has taken a different direction, and that at this point in time, I'm enjoying where life is taking me now. I was, without a doubt, comfortable with where I was...where we were, but there is another whole life outside that comfort zone I was in and I'm finding my own way in it, and finding a bit of myself that had gotten lost along the way.