Comfort is a Funny Word

Comfort is a funny word. The simple word is already a feeling of relief. I am sitting on a beach, I can feel the warmth of the sun hitting my untanned body. I have nothing to do. Call me lazy sure, but the doing of nothing is the best feeling in the world. I took off my watch, not paying attention to the time as it flies by. That is the best feeling. Having no responsibilities no where to be just to sit on a beach. The sand between my toes as I repeatedly dig my feet in and slowly raise them to the surface. The smell of sunscreen is everything that I need to remind me it is summer. Having a mojito brought to me and then the salty taste of chips and the satisfying crunch is perfect. The smell of the ocean reminds me that freedom is still here with me, I do not need to try anymore. I do not need to hide my body or be ashamed of who I am. I have no one telling me what I can and cannot wear, it is just me being free. No worries in the world. The job is so far I forget that it exists, I no longer have to think and problem solve. I don’t have to think, I am so irresponsible and it feels so great. This is what it feels for retirement. No commitment. The only thing I have committed to is to do nothing. My phone lays beside me in my purse untouched for hours. I look out to the ocean and the rolling waves are imperfect yet the sound is everything I need.

Comfort is a funny word. One word and you feel at ease. It is waking through a field on a hot summer's day and sweat is running down your back, then that first sip of water changes your mind and it is bliss. The sun is shining and beautiful. The touch of bare feet on soft easy grass. It is laughing so hard that your head reels back. It is laying down on the grass on your favourite blanket and watching butterflies flitter by and above all it is doing nothing. No responsiblities at all. It is perfect.