*Written with Veridion Smart
There is something strangely deceptive about comfort. It feels safe. Familiar. Predictable. And sometimes, that’s exactly what we need. After a difficult season, a little peace can feel like a gift. We all need places where we can breathe, regroup, and simply be ourselves.
But there is another side to comfort that we don’t always recognize. Sometimes our comfort zone becomes a prison. Not a prison with bars or locked doors, but one lined with velvet. A place so...