We are creatures of comfort. We like what we like. And while a short adventure might be fun, there's no place like home...our best comfort zone.
I was thinking about comfort zones the other day and in my head I got a picture of a nice room with a window and a door. Some comfy furniture scattered about. A bookcase and a plant. A nice lamp. It really is a very nice room. And pretty much describes my best comfortable spot.
But as nice as this room is, there are bars on the door and window. It is so comfortable and I almost never leave - it has become a prison.
What opportunities and adventures am I missing by my self confinement? What blessings have I passed on because it takes me out of my comfy room?
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Driving back from a job site, I got to see some incredible clouds. There are advantages, sometimes, to late hours! -
USS Arizona Memorial: ...still bleeding oil... Some of the names that perished One of the anchors for the USS Arizo...
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