But it's so cozy over here
all about our rooms
I got stuck in jail one night with a bed and a coffee table I thought I'm safe it was so cozy over here the walls were comfort green singing volare oo-oh, cantare ooo-oh so I thought safety lived in that box the lyrics whispered: let's fly way up to the clouds away from the maddening crowds but how could their message be about freedom while I sat inside a cell without even knowing? every day blurred into one and the same I tried to heat coffee on the table as if ambient air could do what only fire can but maybe what I craved was freshness something you can’t box up in the routine a deeper calling I couldn't meet in here in what I've always called safe turns out I was training my brain to silence the voice within that small voice that wasn't mine whispering beneath the walls: you can't meet her in here you'll have to break the bars but I'm not wonder woman I thought I don't have that kind of strength then it said: you don't need it just look at your hands I said: why? can't comfort and purpose just be roommates? but the key was here in my hands eyes wide like a child discovering the sweet taste of honey brown sugar no wonder, I gasped turns out 'here' was tied to my perception routine was just locked up comfort and 'there' freedom was always within my grasp.
Heart Call:
Your future self will thank you if you take risks outside of what you’ve always known. Mine did.
where do you feel stuck as an adult?
what small action can you take this week outside your comfort zone?