comfort

This boring everyday situation happened to me: I found a comfortable balance of pillows to prop myself up to work on my laptop for a bit while I was home sick. Just when I got comfortable, I realized I needed to reach over and grab my power cord. There was a moment where I stopped and mourned that I had just gotten comfortable, and debated if I could go without power for just a little while longer. I decided that I might as well just get it over with because I could easily get comfortable again. Pretty boring, right?

After I finished readjusting the pillows to get comfortable again, I realized that’s what my life feels like right now. I’m so comfortable with everything about it that I can’t help but wonder if I’m complacent to make any changes to my life because I’m afraid of feeling uncomfortable for even a moment. Or if somehow, by wanting something in my life to change, I’m showing that I’m ungrateful for everything I have.

Right now, I think I’m at the place in my life where I just got comfortable, and I’m putting off moving from this space for as long as I can.