For most of us, avoidance becomes a way of life. We barricade ourselves behind an invisible barrier and don't venture out because beyond the wall is pain. This safe space Phil and I call the "comfort zone."
One wonderful thing about staying in the discomfort zone is the chance to explore who we think we are. Instead of running on autopilot, being uncomfortable in a new situation allows us to question self-imposed beliefs and limits.
Travel has thrown open my lens. It has forced me out of my cocooned American suburban existence and well out of my comfort zone. It has blessed me with the willingness to look and really see the world.