One of my coworkers is quitting today, so our boss, her, and I went to Sushi Cushi for lunch a couple days ago for a farewell meal. I've never been to a sushi restaurant before and have never eaten sushi. I'm a meat and potatoes kind of guy, and while the concept of raw fish doesn't gross me out like it does some people, it simply doesn't appeal to me.
I wouldn't call it a comfort zone issue. There's a part of me that views eating sushi as a hip & modern trend practiced by yuppies and other people who are trying to "find themselves." Since I know exactly where I am, I have no desire to assume the label of sushi eater.
I'm not a sushiphobe. Many of my good friends eat sushi. I just know it's not for me.
So going to a sushi place was an opportunity for me not only to support my friend as she embarks on a new journey in her life, but also an opportunity for me to try something that I have absolutely no interest in.
I ordered a chicken stirfry. I did use chopsticks to eat it, until my hand started to cramp. I viewed this as a big enough triumph for me, but my lunchmates disagreed and said that I couldn't use the incident as a transformation post unless I at least tried the sushi.
Throughout my life, I've always resisted peer pressure. This time, I gave in.
I downed a lump of the stuff and could have sworn I felt it squirm around in my stomach in protest. I still don't care for sushi. But ultimately, I tried it and thus did something new and transformative, even if it was in a small way.
This groundbreaking event warrants its own new type of transformation category: fullness, as in experiencing life to its fullest by opening oneself to new experiences.