We tend to think of our comfort zone as a safe little nest where we know what to expect and where we can control things to a certain degree. But what if the cosy nest we so carefully construct and defend is actually just a cage?
We tend to think of our comfort zone as a safe little nest where we know what to expect and where we can control things to a certain degree. But what if the cosy nest we so carefully construct and defend is actually just a cage?