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Let's stop calling it a comfort zone for a minute. Comfort is a warm blanket and a second cup of tea. Comfort is a Sunday with nowhere to be. What most of us have been living in isn't comfort. It's a hiding place, and we decorated it so beautifully that we forgot we were hiding. I know because I built one. I picked the paint colors. I arranged the furniture of my days so precisely that nothing surprising could get in. The same routes, the same answers when someone asked how I