Comfort
I recently made a discovery. I’m addicted to comfort.
I can’t stand clothes that are tight. I like to sleep without being disturbed. I’d rather watch TV than work out. I prefer being in an air conditioned space than the heat of summer. I’d choose vacation over work. And frankly, I’d rather just be having fun.
Maybe it’s because I feel responsible for so many things that I seek comfort to compensate. Or maybe I was spoiled as the baby of the family. Or perhaps I’m too idealistic. Or maybe I’m simply wired this way. Oh wait… maybe it’s because I’m human! Certainly we all have our moments of being comfort creatures, but sometimes I think I was served an extra dose.
My desire for comfort influences all types of decisions I make – the amount of exercise I get, the amount of housework I accomplish, the types of food I eat, even the depth of my relationships. It’s the root cause of my procrastination. The irony is that as much as I desire comfort, seeking it actually creates discomfort – usually at a later date. It leads to weight gain, stress, neglected relationships, longer to-do lists, less sleep, etc.
Perhaps it shouldn’t have taken me so long to see it… or put words to it. But I’m owning it, for better or worse. Now, let me get busy trying to overcome all of my recent comfort seeking as I work overtime to catch up on all that needs to be done. Maybe then I’ll find the comfort I’m truly looking for.
Work with enthusiasm, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for people. Ephesians 6:7
Have you been spying on me!?? This sounds like my life….but not sure I’m ready to say it out loud yet!
Your first paragraph echoes some of what I feel. Although I’d rather be outside b/c I love the heat and I live in hot and humid Florida. And although some days it’s tougher than others, I do run 6 days a week.
But comfy clothes and undisturbed sleep ~ Bring ‘em on!