Another Monday morning spent doing the laundry made me really think about the task. I try very hard to keep to the schedule of doing this chore on the first day of the week in the hopes that as it becomes habit, the automatic, non-thinking part of me will take over and do the task without getting too grumpy. For the past ten years since I retired (yes, it has been ten years though I can't really believe it and have to check my math every time), the laundry has been done on Monday every week unless we are traveling.
Why all the discussion about such a mundane task? Because today I realized that all this time and thought spent on talking myself out of hating a particular job was time wasted. I've never hated (or even disliked) doing the laundry. While the machines take half a day to do all the washing and drying, I spend very little time in the basement. Even though I do put in time by hanging up a lot of the wet clothes so they dry by themselves, I don't mind it. And I never have.
All I can think is that I fell into a habit of thinking. I accepted a generally held belief without questioning it.
None of this is earth-shattering, but it is an important realization. I think I may all too easily travel in the land of assumptions and accept the beliefs found there without thinking them through. I have to learn to think for myself.
I like doing the laundry, and I like keeping to a schedule. So there!
I like keeping a schedule. Without it I feel adrift in this world. As for laundry, I really like when it's done and put away!
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