The least comfortable chair

There’s a chair in my living room that’s old and kind of broken down. The springs need replacing and the padding needs re-stuffing. It’s one of those old pieces of furniture that’s been handed down for a while. My wife is the third generation to have it. The chair is well made and I like how it looks.

I choose to sit in this chair more than any other piece of furniture in the house. Which doesn’t make much sense as it really isn’t a comfortable chair. There’s a couch and another chair in the same room (that’s right, I’ve got three pieces of furniture in one room. I make that kind of money). But I almost always choose the old, uncomfortable chair.

And I think I know why I choose the chair. I don’t want to be comfortable.

If I sit comfortably in my living room I might relax. And I get comfortable and relaxed that means I’m satisfied with what I’ve done and where I’m at. I don’t think I deserve to relax until I’ve accomplished every goal. If I haven’t managed to get 40 hours worth of work accomplished in a single day, in addition to my day job, than I haven’t really done enough to deserve a relaxed moment in my living room.

These are unrealistic expectations, to be sure, but isn’t that better than complacency?

Probably not

LW

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