Critically Comforting

Being critical of something can provoke a deeper level of comfort than previously known. I dislike my job, because it doesn't appear to be leading anywhere in my grand scheme of things, and it holds little to no importance in my emotional, or mental, life. The only real bearing it has, is on my fiscal life. My wallet.

When I start to criticise things, my brain automatically tries to defend the object. So, I start to think, what's good about my job? Surely I can't have landed myself in a position that is so undeniably atrocious that I can't think of anything I like about it? No no - there are some things that are good about it:

The people. Most days this is the ONLY thing I like about the place.
The wicket. Yep, I'm on a good one and there's potential in the future for it to be an even more fiscally satisfying job.
The comfort. It's cozy, I know my way around, I'm comfortable with the facilities and I now know where to find the key to the store room.

So, when a highly attractive job turns up, out of the blue, that seems to appeal to EVERY other aspect of my life - my ambitions, my dreams, my happiness - I should look at the niceties of what I'm criticising. Perhaps a move would be a mistake. Perhaps I should look at my current situation and be grateful. Perhaps I should apply for the job anyway, and see what happens...