I try my best, but I’m not perfect. It is easy to see, most days, just by taking a look at my laundry baskets. It’s typical that I blow off doing laundry for any other possible activity and this is evident by the mountain range of laundry that often spreads across my bedroom.
Laundry is my nemesis. It’s always there, lurking in the corner, waiting to steal my free time with the boring waiting, trip for quarters, tedious folding. I just hate it. It’s not difficult! However, I would rather be doing 1,000 other things. If I’m being completely honest about how much I procrastinate when it comes to laundry, there have been occasions when I buy new underwear so that I don’t have to do it. I realized that I did laundry once during the month of January and once in February this year. Fortunately, I have enough clothes to pull it off.
In a meditation class I took a couple of years ago, we were taught to try putting what we were learning into practice in real life. Being present and content in the moment, no matter what we are doing. I have actually learned to enjoy doing dishes in this way, as I feel the soothing warm water on my hands and the satisfaction of the cleaned dishes and cleared countertop. Today, I put this contentment into practice while doing my laundry. I have quite an imagination, so I tried to make doing my laundry a blissful experience this Sunday (not so fun-day).
Stuffing the dirty laundry into the washer was like filling up with an inhale, and pulling the clothes out of the dryer, a relieving exhale. Dumping the clean clothes onto the bed, I felt comforted and warmed. Piece by piece, my life came back into order as I folded each shirt, sweater, jeans, yoga pants and socks. Mind over matter. No more mountain range. For now.