My new office chair arrived today.
Now that may not seem like a big deal to you, but it certainly was to me.
It means I can finally put the dining room chair back in the dining room. And even though I doubt I’ll have five people sitting with me at the dinner table any time soon, it’s still nice to have the complete set.
But that’s not the reason.
It also means I can actually sit at my computer for hours without getting a sore back from a chair with about as much give as the tax department.
But that’s not it, either.
And it’s not that my new office chair is a Herman Miller Aeron that I’ve dreamed of owning ever since I heard about them.
So why is this chair such a big deal?
Because when I sit in this chair, I really feel like a writer/editor. And that’s really important because for all intents and purposes that’s what I am now.
I longer have a day job to keep me going so I can pretend to be one. I’m either a freelancer or I’m unemployed. And I really don’t want to be unemployed.
I want to be a freelancer.
(Oh, and if anyone from the tax department is reading this, it was just a bit of friendly banter. You’ll still let me claim the chair, right?)