My Big Blue Heart

I have a big blue exercise ball that has been floating around my apartment for the better part of a year.  My partner bought it one day in the hopes that it would help her sit with good posture.

I need a proper pointer.

Currently it is stuffed in my closet acting as a guard, protecting me from the cries of too much laundry that needs to be done.  I used to hate this ball. It would roll around my room, block my door from opening, generally become a nuisance in my life.

Then ball and I reached a point.  I could continue to hate the ball, but hate directed at inanimate objects always seems a little misdirected. So, I had a choice, get rid of the ball which would not be good because it is not my ball to get rid of and I don't so much like upsetting my partner, as much as possible, or I could learn to accept the ball.

The long and the short of it goes I started playing "Indiana Jones" with my cat and the ball, a game that ended nearly as soon as it started, and realized that the ball and I would be okay.  And here we are today, after a tumultuous relationship, we have become, I hope, good good friends.  Here's to you Big Blue! May you be a permanent fixture, fulfilling a variety of purposes that only you, Big Blue, can do. 

This is the most ridiculous face.  Feel free to cover the screen with your hand at this point.

Edit: I just realized that my previous post said this was supposed to be "profound" and "interesting".  My apologies that this post is neither.  I guess I just buckle under pressure.