A love/hate relationship with my comfort zone

Its gray in colour.
Its warm to the touch.
It offers reassurance.
It comes with a steaming mug of hot chocolate with cinnamon sprinkles.
Its my own booster squad
Its cosily familiar
It fuels my ego
It cocoons
It reminds me everything will be fine
Its gray in colour.
Its warmth is addictive, never allowing me to succumb to the bitter cold
It says its risky
It does not yield to challenges
It hates change
It never expands
It does not grow
It develops
Ever so slowly
Its an island
It takes forever to issue a passport
It limits
It stifles
It soothes and caresses
Its a rock
And its my own.