I’m trying to remember the last time I did anything spicy, 

And falling flat. 
I have a warm and comfortable life, and I wouldn’t change a minute of it. But the word prompt today is spicy, and I’m completely stumped. 

The last time I ate something crazy? Danced under the stars? Jumped off something high, just to feel the tickle in my tummy?

Tried something new? Put myself out there?

And I realize, 

I’ve fallen into the trap we all fall into,

If we’re lucky enough

A soft, cozy trap of contentment.

I can’t honestly say I want that rush right now, 

although part of me feels I should.

Is this what being an adult is? Or did gratitude creep into my soul, and live there unnoticed, 

at long last?

I’m motivated to do so many things, but all are variations on the same general theme,  

progressions of things I already enjoy.

Today I will be left with a question, 

wondering if variety 

is the spice of life,

Or if life in all its variety

 is the spice we are searching for