Comfortable

We are comfort creatures. Those of us who are American by birth and Southern by the Grace of God have at least seen, if not completely experienced the height of human comfort culture. At birth, we are given a silver spoon to suck on while teething. We have elaborate rooms of cribs and special chairs that are designed to protect us while making us as comfortable as possible.

Growing up, we are shuttled in large plush vehicles to and from school and special events like sports and other activities. We wouldn't dare have a little league game without cold Gatorade or Powerade, snacks and designated rest times. (have you ever seen a Latino pick up game of soccer? Ball + Field)

College is the first time we "rough it". We have to share a room with someone else and find food not wonderfully prepared by our adoring Mothers and Fathers. We have to wake up to an alarm and get ourselves dressed and out the door. It is a big change.

In our first job, we are not given any real responsibility. We leave our luxury apartment, get into a fairly new car and go to an office that is air conditioned. Newer companies these days have phenomenal amenities that make work look like a day at the spa. The further along we get in our careers, the more we get spoiled. Expense accounts have been legendary in the last decade. Gifts range from wildly exotic to completely lavish.

The home has become the comfort creatures greatest base. We buy and pack tens of thousands of dollars of useless stuff in our homes for the sole purpose of increasing comfort and pleasure. The size of the home has ballooned over the last two decades in order to store more and more stuff. Of course, the larger the home has gotten, the smaller the yard has become.

So we leave our Big House, our Big Car and our Big Job every morning for one hour for what? All of our identity, our security and our ego is abandoned why? To show up in a little more than our underwear and torture ourselves?

We leave all that stuff to go somewhere and just be our self. No attachments, no identity. It is a very liberating place where we can come as we are and be our-self. Comfort is much more appreciated after an hour of Boot Camp!