
Making Myself Uncomfortable: On Easing Out of the Comfort Zone
Quick and necessary confession: I sleep with my baby blanket. And, yes, I realize this fact may make some of you cringe in your seats, twitching to exit this post as quickly as possible so as to swiftly erase the (inherently disturbing) image of a 21-year-old woman cuddling a baby blanket out of your mind. You have my deepest apologies, but I urge you to … Continue reading Making Myself Uncomfortable: On Easing Out of the Comfort Zone