Comfort zones are a restrictive force on the limitlessness of humanity. I live life with an “oh what the hell,” philosophy and take pleasure in the resulting experiences. If I were bound by a narrow comfort zone, it is unlikely that I would have thrown on a bright-orange oil-rig jumpsuit and crawled underneath my grandmother’s manufactured home to rewire her cable drops. Did this particular activity cause me to discover that my true calling is entomology? No, but it...