World issues. Politics. Other Peoples Lives. My Underwear Drawer.
These things are pretty much beyond my control.
The world and my dresser are a wadded mess that I can't change.
I guess that's why I like...
Don't tell anyone....let this be our little secret, K?
I really like to iron.
It is so satisfying to take a wrinkled mess and smooth it out.
The smell of spray starch and the heat and steam from the iron give me a contented feeling.
That's the thing about housework. It is never ending, but it is the one thing I feel in control of. Perhaps not all of it, cause really, you are never finished with the cleaning or the laundry or the cooking. Just think, even if you have washed all the clothes in the hamper, in a few hours, you have to start over again when you undress.
But I find that organizing a cabinet is fulfilling. Rubbing wax on the table top makes me happy. Cleaning up one mess, conquering one pile of junk mail, scrubbing out mold on a small portion of the grout, shows me if I persevere, the chaos in my life can be handled.
Grabbing a wrinkled shirt out of the laundry basket and ironing and smoothing the ruffles show me that yes, I am in control!
Until I wash this shirt again.
So try it sometime when your world seems to be an uncontrollable mess. Choose one little task--the junk drawer, the mail pile, the unsorted laundry. Take 30 minutes and conquer that task and see how much better you feel!
(Ok, maybe I can fix my underwear drawer!)
Many stories herein are subject to the faulty, and sometimes creative, memory of the blog owner and should not be taken as factual, although the names and events are real! Kind of.