Your comfort zone is like a muscle. It must be worked, or it atrophies. So today, on my little jaunt into the woods I walked down to the stream alongside the trail. I used to backpack all the time in the Adirondacks. I would scamper and scramble over rocks, boulders, streams, etc. It didn’t bother me at all, I actually really enjoyed it. I was used to it, and had pretty decent balance. Fast forward to today. I don’t do much backpacking (alright, any backpacking), and the scampering has stopped as well. This is because there aren’t a lot of boulders or mountains here where I need to do that kind of stuff, and I just don’t hike as much as I used to. I canoe way more, and that has become my primary outdoor activity.
So today, I decided to do some scampering. You have to start somewhere. So I traversed some rocks to cross back and forth several times across this little stream. Was it big? No. Did it feel good? Hell yes. Did it start to feel more natural and better the third time across? Yup. Little accomplishments matter, and celebrate them however you feel like.