How often do you leave your comfort zone?
Ever since I could walk, my family dubbed me the adventurous one in the family. My sister was the perfect representation of a poised and responsible daughter, ever since her toddler years. On the other hand, I was quite the “wild child.” Not in the sense that I would be disobedient, but in the aspect that I would let my curiosity get the best of me, sometimes finding myself in sticky situations because of it. For example, I would run outside without any shoes on no matter what the surface I was sprinting onto was made of, and go up to random adults, tugging on their shirt to answer a random question that had materialized in my brain only seconds earlier. Thankfully none of these adults thought to kidnap me at the time. However, my outdoor barefoot adventures had a different outcome, as one day I stepped on an upward facing nail that had started to show signs of rust. Even then I didn’t learn my lesson, wanting to head right back outside shoeless once my foot was somewhat acceptab...