Folding Clothes

Do you hate folding clothes as much as me? I hate it so much that I will choose to mow the yard, before folding clothes! Since I hate it...I don't do it! I avoid it. Months would go by and I'd rather deal with the mound of clothes and the dig for boxer briefs over taking the time to fold clothes. My guest room become a storage room for unfolded clothes. When I walked by my guest room I could hear my shirts calling out "rescue me." It was like a printer commercial...where the photos all wondered who'd get deleted out of the digital camera, but my shirts wondered who'd be rescued, worn!

Awful. The pile had to be moved when I decided to turn my guest room into a home office. The best decision I've made lately-well maybe not the best, but it ranks way up there...WAY UP THERE-love having a home office! Okay...maybe the best decision lately!

Yesterday-I had enough (the pile had moved to the dining room table.) Enough, I declared! Then I sat down for a moment and watched a little TV...I'm a great avoider! It was a big pile. Then, I did it! At first slowly, but then I was determined. I wondered why I had waited so long...it wasn't that bad. Kinda like going to the gym on Monday, but glad you did. I didn't time my experience folding clothes, but when I starting paying attention it took over 30 minutes to fold clothes, from when I started timing:

60 shirts
4 shorts
2 jeans
5 pairs of socks
3 sweat shirts and
9 boxer briefs!


What are you avoiding? The truth is I don't only avoid folding clothes. I'd rather get lost in a lethargic lyric than foster forgiveness. I'm making changes. Let's stop avoiding and do the hard things!

Written by,
JAMES A. TUCKER at Sometimes Hallelujah