The Deafening Irony of a Rocking Chair

A short story of interaction with my worry list as of late and the annoying rocking chair metaphor

There is a rocking chair in my living room next to a window taking up space. It is an old wooden rocking chair, simple and seemingly from another time. A time when things were maybe more simple but we always say that, don’t we? When in actuality, it is all relative and most likely it was not as simple as we believe say churning butter.

My husband poetically draped a Pendleton wool blanket over the back of the chair so now it looks even more romantic and yet still, out of place.

I don’t like it. There is no space for it in the living room. And yet, every day I get up to wake up the house and open the curtains and there is the rocking chair. Not moved to upstairs for storage or another room where it has room. It is mocking me with its romance.

I could move it. But the stairs up to the said storage area are a little dicey and I think at the recent optometrist visit, she gave me an entirely wrong prescription so I have been way more clumsy these days and truth is, I am already pretty clumsy. People in a hurry often are.

Someone once told me a little something about rocking chairs. They said worry is like a rocking chair - feels good, gives you something to do but gets you nowhere. It is a Glenn Turner quote says Google.

How annoying.

And yet, how true.

Not that we always have to be going somewhere as I can hear my best friend buzzing me across the ethers as he loves to explore language like acceptance, contentedness and surrender. I like going somewhere though. The spiraling and the rocking in one place rarely have ever served me.

So it is me versus the chair today.