In the last 24 hours, I've been breaking some unofficial rules. Firstly to remind my subconscious that I am NOT Hermione Granger.
In fact, it's generally a good idea not to call anyone Hermione Granger. I get it - you think it's a compliment because she's smart and resourceful and competent and beautiful - but what they'll hear is:
The heart that beats beneath your bosom is as shriveled as an old maid's, your soul as dry as the pages of the books to which you so desperately cleave.
So unless that's what you want to say to them, don't call them that name.
Secondly, because I need to step outside my comfort zone from time to time in order not to shrink back to the tiny cage that it was back in the day. According to Jaret Grossman (the legendary motivational speaker and multitalented entrepreneur), there are four kinds of people:
- Those who view the comfort zone as a concrete wall: it's physically impossible to get to the other side.
- Those who view the comfort zone as a barbed wire fence: you can take it down, but you'll get seriously hurt.
- Those who view the comfort zone as a mesh fence: with some effort, you can rip the thing apart.
- Those who view the comfort zone as expanding air: when you step outside of it, you'll get more air.
Only one of the options above sounds seriously invigorating, so that's the only one good enough for me.
Thus the rule-breaking. (Didn't even get caught.)