Have you ever dragged yourself to your home office after hours of trying to find something, anything to do rather than focus on the work waiting for you? Does your door post have claw marks leading into your office? And, did even the neighbors hear you whining about forcing yourself into that room of dread? Well, all of these things are true for me. And, it’s all because of THE CHAIR.
Some days you wouldn’t believe the lengths I will go to in avoidance of THE CHAIR. You must be asking yourself what’s wrong with it? Is it hard, uncomfortable in the most unmentionable way? Or is it hooked to a brain sucking machine that has me fearing for my life? No, but it has the power to distract me more than any other piece of equipment in my office.
- twirling from side to side
- Hanging upside down as it flies across the room
- Rocking irradically as if I was in some freaky horror film
- Raising it to its highest level and dropping in it as if it belonged on a roller coaster
Yet, you won’t see my little fingers clicking away as I focus on the book that’s just waiting to pour out of me (NOT). I’m just focused on the chair.
And this is why I hate it, hate to love it, that is! Here’s my reasons:
- It’s ever so plush.
- It’s versatility is amazing. Like I was saying, it can even be a roller coaster.
- It drives me to distraction. I need to write but it won’t let me. It spends its nights conceiving ways to keep me from putting my imagination to good use on the computer as I play with it.
- The chair doesn’t care about my family the way I do. It knows that once I get in it, it’s all over. They aren’t seeing me for at least four hours.
- And finally, it needs me when I don’t feel needed by anyone else.
This is what makes me avoid my office. It’s all the chair’s fault, and I don’t want to forgive it. Do you have the same problem? I bet your chairs take you hostage too when you’re supposed to be working.