Something I've been pondering lately is the concept of comfort. What is it, exactly? How can I teach my kids about it in healthy ways? How can I make sure that my leisure doesn't take from someone else's life? It's a lot of heavy thinking for something that's supposed to be simple and cozy.
But what sparked it was noticing that a lot of my childhood favorites have been ruined by knowledge - media with slurs and ideologies I now know to be offensive and wrong, unethical manufacturing practices and appropriative designs that cause me to abruptly Google things that I'm wearing or that super cute blanket I'd love to buy and snuggle under, even chocolate isn't safe since the maker of my (former) favorite treat is one of three companies currently being sued for child labor and exploitation.
Ignorance may be bliss, but knowledge is power, and I'd rather be empowered by hard truths than rely on a surface level happiness that comes at someone else's expense. So this month I'm deep diving into an uncomfortable examination of comfort, with the hope of coming out the other side kinder and happier and leaving the world a better place in the wake of my own small pleasures.
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