“Comfort is a sense of physical or psychological ease, often characterized as a lack of hardship. A degree of psychological comfort can be achieved by recreating experiences that are associated with pleasant memories, such as engaging in familiar activities, maintaining the presence of familiar objects, and consumption of comfort foods. Comfort is a particular concern in healthcare, as providing comfort to the sick and injured is one goal of healthcare, and can facilitate recovery. Persons who are surrounded with things that provide psychological comfort may be described as being within their comfort zone.”
I find comfort in being surrounded by family, coming home after a long trip and I always find comfort in the first sip of my morning coffee.
Things I find comforting…
I find comfort in watching movies I have already seen. I actually enjoy watching certain movies over and over. I connect with certain characters. They become familiar. They are like old friends.
I find comfort in drinking my morning coffee in my favorite cup. Over the years the cup has changed. My favorite cup feels a certain way in my hand. In years past when my grip was stronger and my mornings required massive amounts of caffeine my favorite cup was actually a large beautiful mug. Now my mug is much smaller but just as beautiful.
I find comfort in curling up on the sofa with my favorite handmade quilt. I actually have two favorites. My absolute favorite is about 80 years old, it is soft and cool to the touch but warm and snuggly underneath. It was given to me by my husbands grandmother. The treasured quilt is frayed around the edges, therefore it is has been retired to the quilt rack. My new favorite was made by a friend and one day it to will be a family treasure passed down through the generations.
I find comfort in the sounds that float through my house. The sounds of laughter and frustration that come from my sons room when he is playing a video game. The barking of my sweet little dogs that let me know when anyone pulls into the driveway. The sound of my husband’s voice as he shares his day with me or the many projects he has plans for. All of these things and so many more help me to live in my comfort zone.
Where is your comfort zone?