Sometimes, I feel oppressed by the laundry. I see it glowering at me in its baskets. Clean, dirty, it doesn't matter. In fact, the clean is the worst. The dirty laundry, it isn't that bad. It can be divided and conquered, but then, it's clean.
Ah, but the clean laundry. Mountains. I used to be intimidated and overwhelmed by the dirty laundry, but now, it is the clean that scares me. The time it will take to fold and sort and put away. The enforced servitude in the basement. The time I could be using for something else. The laundry is keeping me from writing, cleaning, creating, editing... Yep. It's the laundry.
Only, it's not just the laundry. It's everything. Work gets in the way of doing things that are fun, and because I don't want to do the work, I don't let myself do the fun things. *insert petulant whine here* I put up with having to come down to the basement to find clothes for the family, tolerate the digging through baskets for socks or underpants. The fact is, I have spent far more time digging and searching for clean clothes, than I would have spent on just getting them folded and put away. And now, I've spent a lot of time writing about it. See how insidious it is, this laundry? How it grows and takes over my mind, my life?
How can I be a good parent, how can I be a storyteller, how can I do anything, when the LAUNDRY is holding me back?!
And if it weren't the laundry? What else would I create to keep me from writing, storytelling, painting, singing, adventuring, playing? Dishes are sometimes a stand-in. Or getting dressed.
I don't have an easy answer to this, because the answer is already so easy, so simple. Just do the laundry. Or don't. Just doing it might be easy enough. But things are going okay the other way, too. And when I get sick enough of how things are, I'll change. Not worth wasting my time worrying about it. Truly.
What's your laundry?
Sara Renee Logan has been telling stories to everyone who would listen since she was seven. She organized storytimes for her college roommates, and spent a year at Oxford studying folklore and folktales. Many years as a Waldorf teacher allowed her to tell stories about everything from Baba Yaga's hut on chicken legs to the water cycle to the life of Joan of Arc. Sara shares her life with her partner, Melanie, their son, and an unreasonable family of pets. She continues to share her love of storytelling and stories with audiences of all ages, specializing in bringing the wild beauty of folktales to young and old. Sara writes about parenting, storytelling, and about living a life with stories.