Craving Comfort

Home should be comfortable.

Family should be comfortable.

Work should be comfortable.

Then why am I finding it so hard to find comfort? I'm struggling to find a peacefulness. It feels like it's just out of my reach. Grasping and leaning over what sometimes feels like an abyss. Teetering with an all consuming fear of falling.

Some days I find my footing and creep a few more inches toward some tiny piece of contentment. Other days, every step I take crumbles a few more pebbles from under me. I want more than anything to feel settled.

Maybe it's the upcoming holidays, the changes at work or the mess at home. I wish I knew, I would gladly fix the cause if I knew what it was. I'm not expecting everyday to be rainbow and unicorn filled but a few days here and there that's as comfortable as a warm blanket straight from the dryer would be nice.