Refuge

It's just a title. I've been thinking of the home I've built. Or haven't built, I suppose. I always planned to pay off the house first and then save up for larger projects, upgrades, and the like. There's a few things I suppose I can tinker with. 

But I don't know. Perhaps I should be happy with what I have. Or accept that what I have is good enough. Maybe confront the fact that there's really no end to the process, no ultimate satisfaction to be gained, and to focus on that sliver of the Venn diagram that contains the things that I enjoy doing and may also benefit life in the long run. 

I am suspicious of comfort, but I do so enjoy being cozy. 

There's very few cozy adventures. 

Okay maybe I can think of one cozy adventure I've had but still.

Bearing discomfort is easier when remembering comfort is never forever either. 

Now it's time to rest in my cozy bed and dream of imagined discomforts. That is, adventure.