I hate the term, comfort zone. I hate “you need to get out of your comfort zone” more. It’s been used to death. However, I’m cringing and using it today.
I wouldn’t mind being in a comfort zone. I am always out of my comfort zone. Scott and I are creatures of change rather than creatures of habit. There is little time to get comfortable or stay in a zone.
So, here’s my question. Do you think it’s wrong to be comfortable? Or rather, is it alright to be comfortable? (It’s all in how you phrase the question. And wrong – well – wrong is a strong word.)
Perhaps it is about how you define comfortable. Peaceful, mostly happy, stable…comfortable. Like a cozy sweater or sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine. Not lazy, uncaring, my head tilts slightly to one side because it is too stupid to hold up.
I’m curious about this. Are we supposed to live unsettled lives to have our lives count for something? If I am stretched and uncomfortable does it mean I’m living a life of meaning? And, what is it all for?
Are we striving, reaching, and running to meet the goal of comfort and once we cross that particular finish line are we onto the next race? Or do we accept, gladly, the position of maintenance? Maintaining this comfort you ran a marathon for. Working on your well-being. Or would we become bored?
It seems to me that we are often expecting the stomach flip – the drama – to make our lives worthwhile. I don’t know much but I know this. Drama and I could use a break. That sweater and fireplace are pretty appealing to me even if it’s out on the horizon right now…and let’s not forget the glass of wine…hello, comfort zone.
In Day & Age
I’m really liking the Killers new album, Day & Age. I had to give it a few listens before I really took to it. It took.