Comfort is often thought of as indulgence, and not always in the most positive connotation of the word. When we think of comfort we think of hearty (read fatty) foods that we grew up with, a giant slice of cake or a bowl of macaroni and cheese. Comfort can also be thought of as selfish. Taking time to be comforted or to find comfort is seen as a sign of weakness. We are expected to “shake it off” and only save comfort for limited times of self-indulgence. Over the last few days I’ve begun to redefine “comfort” for myself. Comfort is saying yes to what I need most in the moment.
A lot of emphasis is put on pushing past fear, going for your dreams, and reaching out of your “comfort zone.” While I am a huge proponent of these ideas, and have often spoken on this blog about pushing myself past fear, I also now realize it is perfectly okay not to push myself all the time. Just as with the seasons, there is a time for blossoming and a time for turning inward. I’ve noticed as I’ve decided to consciously find comfort a small voice in my pipes up saying ‘you’re lazy’ or ‘shouldn’t you be pushing yourself harder?’ It has been both a struggle and a comfort to tune that voice out.
Today, let yourself find comfort and enjoy it without feeling guilty.