Thoughts on comfort

I have long spoken about the joys of hitting my forties and finding peace, but just the other day I was hit by another epiphany: that it wasn't just finding peace that has made my life so happy - but comfort.

For many years I longed for comfort. To be comfortable. To be comforted. I longed to feel at home in the world. Throughout my thirties I discovered my need for tactile comfort. I would pass by the scratchy cotton sweaters, and the stiff shiny pants, heading straight for delicious angora a...