I encourage coming out of our comfort zones to live our best, most fulfilled lives. But there is also something to be said about staying within our comfort zones. There is one day a week when I am completely content, adamant even, to stay right inside the box of routine. Not much can coax me out of it.
As the bite of winter clamps down upon us, Sundays are the epitome of comfort and happiness for me.
The grey sky peaks through the windows and the ice wind raps at the panes. But inside after a hearty, wet breakfast, the cats wash and nap in front of a glowing fire that warms our bodies and hearts.
My husband and I sip on steaming mugs of dark, robust coffee while we settle in, he with his game and me with the New York Times. All is quiet apart from the soft rustle of newspaper and the tick-tick of the wood stove as orange flames dance within it.
Enveloped in warmth and relaxation, we sink into these moments happy and fulfilled. And the sweet promise of the good things yet to come hangs in the air.
The most comforting thing about these moments is knowing that all beings within this house are comfortable, happy, and safe.
As we indulge ourselves in the cozy morning, the passage of time sweeps the hours away and nudges us into the day.
Football announcers, referee whistles, and the laughter and shouts of friends are the sounds that push out the soft lull of an easy wake-up. Our bodies and minds finally ignite with the excitement of the day.
Later, when we couldn’t possibly be filled with another drop of happiness, as daylight wanes and the crisp, dark night takes its reign, we gather for a family dinner. We satiate ourselves with warm food, love, silliness, and zombie T.V. It is the perfect way to end the perfect day.
And as we nestle our heads down into our pillows, with our fat, happy cats at our feet and our tired pups snuggled in their beds, I am thankful for these most comfortable days.
Living a full life means not only getting uncomfortable, but also knowing when to take refuge in comfort.