For me, there are household chores that range from enjoyable, to ho-hum, to "I'll keep putting that one off..." Folding laundry falls into the "I'll keep putting that off... until the mountain of clothes reaches the ceiling" category.
One day, while I slowly folded the latest Mount Kilimanjaro of clothes, I contemplated my attitude about it: why do I hold such disdain for folding clothes? And what I recognized was my impatience for the time it requires----quiet time. It's a chore that forces me to slow down and focus on the tedium----not something I relish, unless it's of the creativity variety.
But on this day, I considered the topic of household chores. I don't mind doing dishes. I can (and have) washed dishes for hours----the warm water and nice smells provide a sense of relaxation. Or perhaps it's just my natural desire to be in the kitchen.
As a knitter, I participated in knitting projects in which each stitch is created with positive intention and well wishes: projects for babies, prayer shawls for patients, and warm hats for charity.
But what if we could translate our well-intent into something as mundane as folding clothes? What if I adopted a new attitude of purpose rather than disdain for folding laundry? When I examined it from this perspective, I realized that the mundane things we do for one another, and ourselves, add up to a sense of wholeness, comfort, and love. Perhaps we don't open a dresser drawer and feel grattitude toward ourselves or the person that folded the clothes within----perhaps not intentionally---but I believe somewhere in our psyche, we just might.
