…at the END of your comfort zone.
How curious. It seems like so much of our lives are consumed by efforts to make life more comfortable. I want a comfortable wardrobe to wear both to work and around the house; a comfortable car to drive from point A to point B every day; a comfortable couch and a comfortable bed to rest my tired body; a comfortable husband, a comfortable baby, and a comfortable puppy to snuggle with.
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with comfort. I’m not about to advise everyone to go find a wardrobe two sizes too small, a car on the brink of a breakdown, a mattress whose springs have lost their bounce, or, heaven forbid, family members who don’t like to cuddle.
Unless you’re into those sorts of things, of course. And then…you do you, I guess. I’ll enjoy my leggings and my down pillow while Annie and I snuggle under the blankets with a book we’ve read so many times, I can recite it by heart.
But I digress. The comfort I’m trying to avoid is the comfort of routine.
Why, you ask?
Well, you see, a life staled by routine…isn’t really a life at all. [Read more…]