Comfort zone

It's so nice to sit and relax in a comfort zone.
Nothing to bother you. Nothing to get under your skin. Nothing that will shake your mental state.

I find it hard to be in social settings.
Gatherings such as parties and business functions.
Odd it is.
As a journalist, I talk to people every day. I write about people every day. I go sit in courtrooms Monday through Friday.
Why the problem?
It could be the people I share a courtroom with are those that come into your life for less than an hour on that day. There are some I see again.
That is not the case with most of the lawyers, clerks and bailiffs. Or the probation officers and police officers.
I am glad they are there, but I get that itchy feeling and make a quick exit.
It is nothing personal.
It is all mental on my part.
I need to trust. I need to let faith guide me.
I need those things to pop the comfort zone bubble I currently reside in.
The one that goes out about 100 feet.
Time to get over awkwardness.
Time to interact.
Time to get out of the comfort zone.
Wish me luck.