Something I've been asking myself in recent weeks is when a comfort zone is detrimental and when it's necessary for sanity. In 2012, I've both left a comfort zone because it was making me more miserable than content and longingly wished for an abundance of novelty and motion in my life to end.
In isolation, I can see the value of each event and experience taking place in my life. When they're strung together in such a way that I can't find time to decompress or find rhythm, their value feels a bit obscured.
So I'm embarking on a mission to seek balance. It's apparent when I start to slip; my photo quality is debatable and I have to strain for something to write about. I don't want to return to the comfort zone that left me miserable, but I can find a new one somewhere in between then and now. I'll just ensure that I build in scenic routes and field trips outside of this comfort zone.
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