Your relationship with your couch

It says a lot about you when you stop and think about it, right?

Never get out? Never leave the abode? All you want to do is get on the couch? Grow up. Or grow down. Live a little and take part in every new day that you are blessed to start with the sun.

Think you’re witty wishing you were on it more? Say ‘no’ to most invites? Laughing at your happiness in melancholic-ness?

I know a little guy. Everything he looks at, he sees as if he is seeing it for the first time. Me. Others. Toys. Empty toilet rolls. The cat. The only breath he stops to take is when his body tells him he is tired, not because he is bored.

Being bored is boring and it is lazy.

I know a little guy. He is happy by default. He is excited to be alive. He is excitable and he is exciting. He lives for spontaneity. He lives for surprises – especially the unplanned kind. The only breath he stops to take is when his body tells him he is tired, not because he is bored.

Being bored is boring and it is lazy.

I know a little guy. He has taught me what love is. What unconditional love is. He is proof that if he can take me at my worst, he deserves me at my best – and in return, all he gives me is his. In five months of starting over, he has taught me more about love, affection, romance, accountability, appreciation, companionship, and a sentiment that never judges. It just loves. I know a little guy named Finn, who has taught me all this because the only breath he stops to take is when his body tells him he is tired, not because he is bored.

Because being bored truly is just boring and it truly is just is lazy.

So if you think you need to work on your relationship with your couch and the time you don’t get to spend on it, I say: Grow up… or grow down. I say get up. Get going. Do something. This is the only time you will get to have these years. So start each new day with the sun like you’re learning what a smile feels like for the first time in your life.

PS: Finn sends his love.

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