I hoard comfort.
I like to feel put together. It makes me feel more confident.
I like to feel like we have enough money in the bank. It makes me feel safer.
I like to feel like my free time is mine to do what I want with it. It makes me feel more in control.
A lot of life begins where my comfort zone ends. Yet I still tend to cling to my adult security blankets, and when they are wrenched from my grasp, my emotions don’t like it. They might even throw a fit.
We live some of the most comfortable lives of all time: food and every item fathomable down the street at the local big box store, time to watch our favorite shows, clothes filling our closets…does anyone else feel like more and more of each of those things is never enough?
What if less comfort results in more? What if, by choosing to step outside of our comfort zones, giving up some of our prized comfortableness, we’ll find the path to contentment or even something greater?
What if we chose to give up one of our security blankets? Just as an experiment? For a period of time?
Hypothetically, what would yours be?
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