I've been thinking a lot this week about the comfort zones we create for ourselves and the lengths we go to to preserve them. We can go days, weeks, or even years without even being aware of the corners we back ourselves into....and then all it takes is one tiny thing that sits just out of reach of that zone....one tiny thing that catches your eye for inexplicable reasons (or perfectly logical ones) and suddenly all you can see are the walls that you built ever so carefully because they are what is keeping you from reaching that one tiny thing.
A safe life may be long, but it is rather dull.
February 13, 2007
The Intoxication of Security
Posted by Sarah at 9:08 PM
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Hm. I'm certainly one who likes my comfort zones. That's not good in some ways.
And...yay!...for a new post. It's been too long, missy!
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