Coming to terms with comfort

I got a pair of sweatpants and a new sweatshirt today. I haven’t worn sweatpants in nearly a decade. These leave a little bit of my ankle showing, just to remind me that I’m not fully exposed.

My girlfriend has been on my case about wearing jeans when I should be more comfortable. She was right.

Rabbit hole

For the last few days, I have been going down a rabbit hole, trying to figure out why this statement rings so true for me. It’s new-agey, almost cheesy, and it’s a misremembering of a quotation from a movie about yoga that I was watching while lying, paralyzed in bed by back pain.