Column: Leaving the Comfort Zone
I don’t willingly leave my comfort zone. And don’t tell Oprah, but I’m comfortable with that.
I don’t skydive. I don’t sign up to melt in a Sedona sweat lodge. And I do not speak to big groups of people if I can possibly help it.
It’s not that I mind being the occasional center of attention. This picture of me, for instance, was taken on my last day at The Ann Arbor News minutes after my boss had left the building.
I am lying on my belly on his desk.
But I was among friends. It just sort of happened. And I didn’t actually say anything. (Unless you count: “If this had been my desk all along, this paper would not be closing!”)
All this is to explain why nothing within me wants to be among those speakers at Friday night’s Ignite Ann Arbor.
And why I already admire the 15 people who will. [Full Story]