My comfort zone is rather smallish area which I am forced to step out of more often than I’d like. I am not a risk taker. No siree. I don’t like to ski – I don’t like the feeling of being out of control. The first and last  attempt  was on a bunny hill in Wisconsin (which the Hubs insists isn’t proper skiing). All I remember is a lot of packed icy snow, and ending up in a heap off-slope, under the ski lift, skis akimbo and stuck in the ground. Descending steep flights of stairs make me really, really nervous. My kids are well aware of this and when…