How much do you sit down, during a typical day?
During the work week, I sit down while facilitating groups and individual therapy. Other people sit down, too, during those sessions.
When I am not sitting down, I am often up and walking around, thank goodness.
Yesterday, I sat down in my car and drove to East Boston to sit down in some chairs for my new office, which sits in Newton, Massachusetts. I want chairs that are (1) comfortable for people to sit down in and (2) easily storable, so other therapists can sit down in that office and use it when I’m not there.
Sit down and see these photos that were sitting on my iPhone:
The chairs I purchased yesterday for my new office — which are great for sitting down and for storing away — are sitting in one of the photos above. If you sit down and think, can you pick the right picture?
As I sit down, these thoughts are sitting with me:
- If we stuff down feelings, they will sit uncomfortably inside us.
- When situations and people are difficult, sit down and work it through as best you can.
- There’s always time to sit down and breathe.
- Sometimes I feel there’s an angry little kid who sits down deep inside, wanting to have a tantrum. Most times, she sits down comfortably.
- When I sat down yesterday, this music was sitting beside me:
On the cover of the album where “Sit Yourself Down”” sits, Stephen Stills is sitting down in snow next to a giraffe. That sits well with me.
Finally, stand up — if you can on Veterans Day — to salute those who help us sit down in peace.
Sit yourself down and accept my gratitude for sitting down next to me, here and now.
I hope you got the rocking chair with the red cushion. Today would be a good day to sit down in it and shoot the shit with you.
It’s good to sit down and read your comment.
I always sit down and read your posts Ann. Feels good to sit down with you. xo
Love to sit with you, Val. xxoo
Facetious …. one of my favorite words. Though I am not being facetious when I say I enjoy your posts whether I am sitting in the car, like now, or standing and using my phone, or lounging on my couch at the end of the day.
I am not being facetious when I say I really appreciate you, Colleen.
I am sitting as I write this but inside, I am standing up and applauding your chairs, your crab cakes, your cat on a chair and your invitation/reminder to stand up and salute Veterans.
We will be at the Cenotaph at 11 to remember and to stand in gratitude.
I applaud you, too, Louise, with enthusiasm.
I sat down for too long, now there are two incredibly handsome cats in this post and I gotta see that:
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I agree that those cats are handsome.
Me too, I’m coming!!
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Will these cats ever get to sit down?
As soon as they get to the nearest computer to see your post. As you see, those cat doors don’t help!
Hi Ann, I am presently sitting on my patio reading your post. Those are some fancy chairs, you have. I Especially like the gold ones (they look kind of gold in the photo) with the blue cushions. I also like the argyle socks sitting by the kitty. Very cool!!!!!
Hope you have a wonderful Veterans Day!!!!
I am sitting down now and reading your comment, SD. Those chairs you liked were the ones I bought for my new office! I hope you had a wonderful day, too.
The adult rocker is my guess, cos there is no cat sitting down on it
Good guess and good reasoning, from where I’m sitting (with a cat sitting on me).
It surprised me to learn that Virginia Woolf and Vladimir Nabokov were among the authors who stood while writing. There are even standing desks for those with that peculiar proclivity.
What I’d really like to know, though, is what those croquettes are. They look too delicious to be eaten standing up.
And the irony of Steven Still’s “Sit Yourself Down” is it makes me want to get up and dance.
Darn, I forgot to add that a good friend of mine is a poet who published a book called Never Offer A Chair To A Dancing Girl. The title poem explains that you “Never offer a chair to a dancing girl/because she just might sit down.”
I’m also curious to know what’s in those patties. They look delicious!
This dancing girl is sitting down, Chris, appreciating your stand-up comment, and letting you know that those are pollock and potato croquettes.
Wait for me, I’m also coming!
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Maria, I have never known you to be late to a post here at Ann’s. Those cats, however, need to find a more accommodating cat door.
Thank you for the cats and the accommodation.
Man plans, God laughs, Woman … blogs? 😉
I can’t guess which chairs you picked, but I hope that they bring peace and comfort to all who use them.
Thank you for the peace, comfort, and humor in this comment, Maureen.
I kinda need that facetiousness print for my wall at work. Or home, at least 😀
That print was in East Boston, where I bought the chairs. Perhaps I should have made an offer for that, also. We all need facetiousness sometimes, don’t we?
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Harley has mastered the fine art of sitting.
Cats can be fine teachers about sitting down and relaxing.