January 14, 2015
I’ve had a revelation, and surprisingly, it relates to dirty laundry. I know the phrase ‘dirty laundry’ has
multiple meanings, but I am referring to everyday, old-fashioned, dirty laundry- that which sits in piles and
My feelings about laundry are similar to my feelings about snow in March-
if I never see your piles again, I will be very happy.
When I see historical pictures of women vigorously beating dirty laundry, I think…………I could do that.
Just imagine the satisfaction-
how dare you show up here again,
I’m kidding, but it illustrates my feelings about a chore that often requires my attention.
Recently, a friend made a comment that really ruffled my feathers. She said…
“I enjoy doing laundry!”
I didn’t know people like her existed, but as she talked about the fresh, clean smell of it, I sensed her sincerity. What
am I missing? I thought.
It occurred to me, her view makes more sense. Finding joy in a required and repetitive chore is much better than finding
drudgery which is like living in a leaky houseboat. I will change, I decided, and follow a new path.
January’s chilly stillness stretches time providing me ample opportunity to develop a new habit. I will
search diligently for joy in dirty laundry and hope by Spring to have a new outlook.
Adding even a teaspoon of joy to the recipe of repetitive laundry
will surely improve the flavor of my life.