#question10

I mentioned in Question #10 that comfort can create stagnation in life. So, this question today has me thinking about how the question could be phrased better. There was a song by Vanessa Williams in the early 90s called Comfort Zone, and that was where I got the inspiration for the title of this blog post. Yes. Vanessa Williams. Her album entitled Comfort Zone was bloody brilliant back in the day. 

Question 11: What or who gives me comfort?

I keep repeating this question in my head because I mentioned the safety I feel in my beloved's arms. This security is also a form of comfort. I don't solely rely on him for comfort though because that is a heavy burden to carry.  All my thoughts and fears. It's just too much. 

It gives me comfort to know that I survived living another month of life, bills and all. 

It gives me comfort knowing my family members are healthy and safe. 

It gives me comfort to know that I have a man who loves me regardless of my flaws. 

It gives me comfort to know that life could be much worse. 

It gives me comfort to eat a good home-cooked meal. 

It gives me comfort to eat some chocolate when I'm PMSing.

It gives me comfort to receive a hug from a loved one. 

Every person, I don’t care who you are, receives comfort from many things. Comfort, however, does not denote safety. Being comfortable could be a cruel thing for some people. Comfort can create stagnation and an inability to progress beyond yourself. This question has me thinking of these multifaceted thoughts. 

Question 10: Where do I feel safest?

Sometimes ((insert-anxiety-induced-stream-of-thoughts)) I don't feel safe at all. Sometimes, I think that we are all lucky to survive another day on this planet. Sometimes, when and if I focus on the dangers that occur by just living a life I get extremely scared. 

HOWEVER.

Times, where I feel safest, are those where I can just lay next to my beloved in his arms. The times where I don't have to speak, and he wraps his arms around me, and we enjoy the stillness. Moments like that seem few and far between. I'm always supposed to have something important to say or discuss. I have to explain something to someone about a non-issue. 

I don't want to have to say anything. I don't like getting angry or upset. I certainly don't like losing my cool. That makes me so uncomfortable. Still, I have these moments of vulnerability that I cannot control.