Sometimes I find myself caught in the most beautiful trap in the world.
That’s one of the most insidious things about it. It doesn’t look like a trap. Chasing comfort is like wandering into a hot tub after a night stranded in a frozen forest.
In other words, it’s freaking tempting.
Who in their right mind would refuse?
Here’s what happens. You let out a big sigh as your muscles go slack. Surrounded by shiny objects, you sink into all the soft spots and lose the will to get up.
By the time you realize it’s a trap (you’ve probably discovered this in the past, but this lesson has a way of being forgotten), it’s damn near impossible to move.
Comfort is sleeping in when you should wake up. It’s the flicker of the TV screen, blue and relentless. It’s every time you accept less from yourself when you know you should have given more.