Too Comfortable

Lately, I’ve had the feeling of being too comfortable.

It’s a strange thing to worry about. For most of my adult life, I’ve felt stretched beyond my means, leading to longer nights but faster growth. However, as I find myself more closely adhering to a standard 8:00 to 18:00 with the occasional happy hour for variety, I’ll eventually look to find more work or an engage in an outside hobby which I’ve yet failed to identify.

This reads as a petty complaint, and it is. I already have what I need and quite a bit more.

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