I had a free morning today, with the family not arriving until lunch. I decided to take the kayak out for the first time. I was anxious about it, as I had been whenever I thought I should take it out. It is out of my comfort zone. I did take it out and it was fine with no issues. But while out, I thought about comfort zones and how they naturally shrink as we get older. I am 67 years old and feel the contracting comfort zone. It would be easy to just let it contract, to resign myself to just doing less and less, to accept aging. But comfort is an enemy. Retiring to a life of leisure, retirement community, travel to essentially tourist destinations – all seems to me like waiting to die. I want to create, even if it means regular discomfort.