Comfort

Recently I asked someone "what makes you comfortable?" and after asking, I realized I never really thought through the question myself.  So I did. 

Each day, I realize I am less comfortable with what I know to be true; which I hope is healthy.  Each day, though, I am more comfortable pushing myself and my limits to learn more, explore more and challenge myself more than I ever thought I would.

Each day, I realize that a lot of our comforts are probably similar.  And as I ponder what it is that makes me comfortable, it doesn't have to be one person or place, instead like an old film strip, thoughts pass through my mind. And more often than not, these are shared experiences.


Reading in the park.  Admiring Ava as she snuggles into me.  Walking in the warm sunshine.  Enjoying a glass of wine with a good friend.  The smell of coffee. Learning something new.  Working/reading in a nice cafe.  A candle lit room. A night in with a book. Enjoying a warm cup of tea.  New cities. Laughing with Henry.  Staring into a fire and remembering the beauty of life. Listening to a good story, or two.  A basket filled with fresh fruits and veggies from the local market.  Starry nights. Your stories.  Toes in the sand. Finding the perfect gift.  Finding an uplifting news story and sharing it. Laughing with anyone, really.   Cooking and sharing a good meal. Puppy kisses.

Sharing love and sharing life. 

A good friend once gave me Joseph Campbell's book and I remember a section where he talked about closing your eyes and going to a place where you remember being most happy.   These, the things I have listed above, I think, are the places I would go.  And these are the places I do, I think, try to go each day, in addition to challenging myself.  Life is about comforting those around you as well, as life is about sharing and loving.  

Here is to being comfortable, while still challenging oneself - all while sharing love.