I Started Paying Attention to Small Comforts
For a long time, I thought comfort was something you earned after everything else was done. After work. After responsibilities. After taking care of everyone else. It felt like a luxury, not a priority. So I ignored the small signs. The way I avoided certain chairs. The way I stood near walls instead of open spaces. The way I planned outfits around what felt safest, not what I actually liked. None of it felt serious enough to stop and think about. It was just how things were. But small discomforts have a way of staying with you. They follow you into ordinary moments. Standing in line. Sitting in meetings. Laughing with friends while quietly adjusting your posture. You don’t complain because nothing is technically wrong — but you’re never fully at ease either. I didn’t wake up one day and decide to change anything. I just reached a point where I noticed how much energy it took to feel “fine” all the time. That surprised me. I hadn’t realised how much space it was taking up. What helped ...