Comfort. Contentment

The world is full of people looking for spectacular happiness while they snub contentment. ~Doug Larson

Today I was inspired by something a friend said in a comment on another blog. I’d been writing about candles flickering and scenting up my house with delicious fragrances while the christmas lights twinkled and all I really wanted to do was curl up and read rather than exercise like I should have been doing and her comment was something along the lines of coming over cuz I always sound so comfy.

And it made me realize just how important comfort is to me.
And how little it takes to keep me comfortable and happy.

Decent coffee and ugly mugs to put it in.
Some candles and tarts to scent up my world.
Bubbles or salts or oils for my bath.
Full cupboards.
A decent book to read.
A few nice pens and some pretty paper on my desk.

Not much, is it, as far as material things go?

Oh, sure, I’d love a new, expensive coffee pot. A hot tub. A fireplace. A new wardrobe. A car. A very good camera.
But those sorts of things are fleeting, wispy wants. Thoughts that come and go with no effect on my general state of mind. I don’t need them to be happy, to be comfy.

Given the choice between the coffee pot and three hours of snuggling with Taylor while he ran his fingers thru my hair, a movie on the tv, lights dim and our bodies warm and soft beneath a quilt on the couch…
I’d take the night on the couch.