Comfort Isn’t Laziness

I used to misunderstand my own desire for comfort. I worried it meant indulgence, or softness taken too far.

I don’t see it that way anymore.

Comfort creates the conditions for presence. When the body feels at ease, attention has somewhere else to go. Curiosity deepens. Sensation sharpens. Connection becomes possible.

That’s why I care about fabrics, lighting, temperature, pacing. These aren’t decorative details. They’re foundational.

Ease isn’t the absence of intention.
It’s what allows intention to land.

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