The Comfort Zone Might Be Ruining Your Life
A journey beyond convenience…
The word ‘comfort’ has meant different things to me in various stages of my life. Comfort has meant a cozy home. It has meant having enough food for myself and my family. During times of sickness, comfort was to be pain free and at other times comfort was simply feeling loved.
The definition of comfort morphs to fill my needs and wants. Comfort is a wonderful feeling — like a thick blanket during cold winters. Grateful for its warmth, it is both welcomed and needed. But as winter turns to Spring, then Summer, the blanket can become heavy — weighing me down and preventing me from getting out of bed and enjoying the sun.
I consider myself very fortunate to live in a time and place that has allowed me to live a comfortable life with a roof over my head and food on the table. During times of financial, physical, and emotional struggles, I may not have had everything I wanted, but I’ve always had what I needed.
I’m immensely grateful for this and recognize that there are many that are not so fortunate.
When basic needs are met and wants are fulfilled, I begin to seek out ease and convenience. I began to live in my comfort zone, where everything is easy, gentle, and predictable.
