by Andrea Goeglein
Comfort zones be damned. Comfort zones are not nearly as comfortable as they are potentially claustrophobic. This post will hit my blog late in February, but it is being written on February 4, 2015. In four days I leave for a trip to Nicaragua to attend a yoga retreat. Anyone who knows me knows I don’t do third-world countries and I don’t particularly care much for yoga.
What I do love is striving to achieve, stretching myself mentally and breaking out of self-created ruts. And I love my daughter, Dana Rizer, who is teaching the retreat.
As I write this and schedule it to be posted, I have no idea how this little experiment based in love will turn out. I will admit I am hoping for a “Butler Moment”…something I’ve been working with since watching the New England Patriot, Malcolm Butler, transform his training and love for a sport into a life changing event in the closing seconds of the 2015 Superbowl.
Update 2/18/15 prior to post: Malcolm Butler and I need to go out for a drink.
