Use the right chair.

I work from home. Love it! Love it. Took me almost ten years to earn the privilege. This was before Covid turned the world upside down and forced a kajillion folks home…smh…

Anywho, in preparing to work from home, I had to get me a work desk and chair. A friend went with me, to Office Max where I purchased a super comfy chair. It was perfect. It was perfect!

Only, when actually working, it wasn’t perfect. The arms were too skinny. THE ARMS ARE TOO SKINNY. They made my back hurt. All scrunched up, on these spindly arms, shrugging at me that this was the best they could do. The height was perfect. The way I fit, was perfect. The arms! The arms!!!

Like a dumbsky, I sucked it up, and worked, for aeons, with a perfect chair that really was not perfect, at all. I had two options:

Option 1, I could suck it up, do the best I can, eat ibuprofen like candy, throw myself into bed and have a tantrum because my back hurt from the stupid, spindly thin arms!!

Option 2, I could reach out, to my boss, and ask for a desk chair I was able to bring home, with me. Previously, I chose not to inconvenience myself by going into the office and getting a decent one. I figured, it wouldn’t fit, in my car and would be a nightmare to get it in and out. I figured, it would be a pain trying to drag it up my stairs and get situated. Both of those things, turned out to be true. Coming attractions, on that, in just a moment…smh…*Cassandra feels a headache coming on at the memory of…*….nevermind….

You can guess, can’t you, that I chose Option 1, right? I did. Dummy, me. Long story short, I use said chair, for as long as my back could stand it. Finally, I cried uncle, called my boss, made arrangements to drive the 30 minute drive, to the office, pick up chair, calmly, discreetly, professionally placed said chair in my car, made my way home, deftly manuevered said chair out of my huge car, jogged it lithely and lightly up the stairs, deposited said chair lovingly and quietly beneath the loving arms of my desk and the rest is history.

NOT!!!!!!!!!

I will spare us all, the horror show, called me, that commenced trying to cram an ergonomical chair into the small arms of my backseat. I will NOT repeat the things I thought, then said, out loud, LOUDLY, as I tried to get my backseat to give up my seat, dammit, so I can do my job and keep paying for my stupid car. You already have seats! Give me my chair, dammit!!

I shall NOT disclose how myself, and said chair, ended up, in quite the heap, in the middle of the parking lot. I shall NOT disclose the indignity of my fight, with the stairs, to get said chair up my surprisingly angry stairs. Apparently, I did not manuever them, up the stairs, to the stair’s liking, and said stairs let me know what they thought of my chair AND me. How DARE!?!…*gasp*.

Fast forward to ergonomical and now STUPID work chair, now ensconced underneath my work desk and all now right with the world. The only problem, now is my place is too small to comfortably have both comfy and work chair under the desk. So, I have to go through the dance of maneuvering, one or the other, into the other room, out of the way, until needed, once again.

As you can imagine, from time to time, I have gotten lazy, and have NOT wanted to take the whole three minutes it takes to switch chairs. So, like a dumbsky, I would work in the wrong chair. Pouting, of course, ALL day. Muttering, fussing, complaining, harranging myself for not taking three whole minutes to switch chairs.

Tonight, I wanted to do some writing. Yet, I had my comfy chair out. Like an idiot, I think I can get away with writing, in the wrong chair. I had forgotten how aggravating, how painful writing is, on the tiny arms. I write. It hurts. I pout. I kavetch. I tell myself to stop being a dumbsky and take the three minutes to get and use the right chair.

Ah.

AH!! My back thanks me. My arms say “Hallelujah”….lol…

Now, I want to go all philosophical and wax poetic and give some parable of life how we, at times, do the convenient, instead of doing what’s needed, in order to help us live and grow…hehe…didja see how I went all philosophical on the discreet?

Life is short. Much too short to keep on doing things that are not in our best interests. Time to go on ahead and get out the correct chair. Time to do the thing that will help you get closer to your dream, eh? Make, the call. Write, the letter. Reach out. DO something that will keep you moving forward.

Change takes time. And, effort. A LOT of effort. So, inconvenience yourself. Inconvenience others. Inconvenience God and Life into moving and working on your behalf. They will. If YOU will. And, if you decide to be a dumbsky and use the wrong chair, don’t get to blaming God or Life or others for your pain. Get out your own way, get to doing the thing, already! Get going, beloveds. Time is short.

Say.

Live.

Love.

saying/living/loving from the right chair,

Cassandra

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