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We are constantly evaluating our level of “comfort”, not only how comfortable our clothes might be, but how comfortable do we feel wearing them. I wonder how early in life did you/me get acquainted with the notion of Dad coming home tired from a hard day of work, looking forward to kicking off those tight leather shoes to slip into a pair of comfortable “slippers”. Mostly to help make the transition from the outside world to our comfortable “home” zone. How different would our actions and demeanor be if we could slip outside our comfort zone wearing those comfy slippers. Could we bring this confidence, this acceptance of just being who we are or would the vulnerability of it stop us in our tracks.
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