In my experience, the comfort zone is not inherently a stifling place. It’s a space where the worn cushions of habit cradle your existence and make you feel safe like the nest of a bird intricately woven with twigs of routine and leaves of predictability. But, at some point, at least for some, the walls of your comfort zone become prison walls when the ache for “something more” sets in. The very fabric of that nest starts to itch!