It's been an up and down kind of day - in so many, many ways - and while I consider the big questions of to blog or not to blog, to write or not to write, to throw in the towel and relegate myself to the world of work and only work or find a way to still do it all and not worry incessantly (see? i told you it was big!), I stumbled upon this and my mood somehow got lighter. Brighter:
If you can sit in this kind of chair, if this kind of chair exists in this kind of world that has me so turned around and upside down that I don't even know where I'm currently located, well, then, this world can't be all that bad. Right? Because, that, my friends, is a chair I could sit in. And read in. And, perhaps, that is the kind of chair that would give me just enough room to breathe, just enough room to smile (how could you not smile sitting in that thing?) and just enough room figure it all out and not - as is my wont these last gray days - take it all so seriously.
