Stick me in a room full of kids or teens, and I’m comfortable. I’m in my comfort zone. I’ll listen, I’ll talk, laugh, feel as though I’m right where I belong. Ask me to go to a party or a gathering of adults, and it’s another story. I’ll probably say no, or I’ll go and hope that I can find someone who has the gift of gab. They’ll talk. I’ll listen. The past few months, I’ve decided to make some changes. I knew I needed to stretch outside my comfort zone.  I was spending too much time at home in front of the keyboard; I had to encourage myself to…