How do you know you’re refreshed?
February 6, 2019

I’m folding Darrell’s shirts, still warm from the dryer. But something’s different. I’m not in a hurry to finish the laundry so I can move on to something else. I’m kind of getting into…the laundry.

Didn’t see that coming!

But then, I hadn’t seen the previous almost two weeks coming. We’d just gotten back from the Christmas holiday with Katie, and it was as low-key and refreshing as any time with her yet. All we did for days on end was snack and chat and read and nap and watch movies. We ventured out to see still another movie, take in the holiday lights, and stock up on provisions. Otherwise? Nothing. We idled down.

The grind was waiting for us after the break, as grinds will do. But we didn’t mind so much.

That’s how I found myself admiring a stack of Darrell’s shirts so neatly folded it would’ve impressed the fussiest manager at the fanciest department store. Did he notice? Of course not! Did I care? Of course not! I was in it for the joy. The life-changing magic of doing one thing at a time.

There’s more to life than increasing its speed. I forget where I heard that, but I vow to remember it more often.