"My Chair!?"

For several years I've been 'Chasing' the "perfect" leather recliner, where I can just sit and be, completely comfortable, reading, napping, visiting, or watching TV.  Picky as I can be though, finding that chair has proven elusive.  I wanted a chair I could keep for a lifetime and finally Kim thought she had found it online for my birthday this year, meeting every single one of my, and her, many requirements.  As we waited anxiously for several weeks, I routinely teased her playfully, moaning, "My chair!?" Every time she looked at me with those sweet eyes, "It's coming".  The chair finally arrived.  We unpacked and assembled it, our excitement growing.  I sat down..."Hmmm...it doesn't rock?" "What?!"  Kim was clearly annoyed.  The company sent the wrong chair.  To add to our dismay, the one advertised on the website didn't even exist, a mistake on their website.  My desire at 'Controlling' the circumstances set in, only to realize the futility.  "Maybe I'm not supposed to have an easy chair", I said, 'Accepting' the situation.  I bellowed out, "My chair!?"  My effort to 'Be Playful' wasn't getting Kim to smile. 

More diligent than ever, we began our search, store after store, until finally we found the chair of chairs, perfect in every way.  We ordered it in the color we wanted and three weeks later it finally arrived.  After assembly and the excitement in believing we finally had it, I noticed to my dismay a large, 4 inch gash in the leather on the top of the chair.  Once more I bellowed, "My chair!?" 

All of a sudden it dawned on me the ridiculousness of my efforts at 'Controlling' my circumstances and 'Chasing' that perfect chair.  Of course we could call the company to make it right (we did and they are), but regardless, it would be perfect just like it is.  After all, I'm 'Complaining' over an easy chair for heavens sake, when countless millions across our planet don't have a home to live in, much less a chair to sit on.  Are you kidding me.  How comfortable does my behind have to be?  'Be Grateful and Content', I reminded myself.  And then the irony set in.  As I sat for many minutes thoroughly enjoying that first sit in my new chair, I looked over at Kim on our couch, where we used to sit together side by side so often.  All at once I realized the folly in my thinking.  I missed sitting next to my best friend, my soul mate.  Six feet was just too far away, despite how comfortable the chair.  "You mind if I come join you babe?"  A big grin came to her face, "Sure".  Maybe I should have ordered a chair for two.