It just is. Maybe it’s not Everest—maybe it’s compost. Yeah, hear me out.
A slow, smelly, awkward process of turning yesterday’s mess into something useful. Maybe shame is just potential misunderstood. That sock you forgot? Fertilizer for tomorrow’s discipline. That hoodie with pizza sauce? A relic of survival. And compost doesn’t need a Sherpa—it needs patience.
William James said willpower is the “conscious effort of attention.” Cool. But what if attention, before it becomes effort, is just grace? What if instead of forcing ourselves to climb the pile, we sat down beside it? Said: “Hey. You’re not proof that I’m a failure. You’re proof that I’ve been living—messily, inconsistently, but still here.”
I read this, stood up, and finally folded and put away the pile of clean laundry that had been sitting on the 'temporary chair' for a week. So, thank you. You deserve lots of claps.
You never realize how draining it is to do the most mundane activities until you live alone. I understood that the hard way. The act of simply taking care of yourself can be exhausting. Loved this! 💌
How do you know what my bedroom looks like? xxxx love and feel this. let's all pray together for willpower to finally arrive for us
I love the way you put this! I too struggle with mustering the will for the mundane and regular.
"Sorry if I led you to believe I was well-adjusted and put together. Truth is, I'm an infant."
Gold! Thanks for sharing.
Thank you so much for writing this, now i have the will to do my laundry
The pile doesn't judge.
It just is. Maybe it’s not Everest—maybe it’s compost. Yeah, hear me out.
A slow, smelly, awkward process of turning yesterday’s mess into something useful. Maybe shame is just potential misunderstood. That sock you forgot? Fertilizer for tomorrow’s discipline. That hoodie with pizza sauce? A relic of survival. And compost doesn’t need a Sherpa—it needs patience.
William James said willpower is the “conscious effort of attention.” Cool. But what if attention, before it becomes effort, is just grace? What if instead of forcing ourselves to climb the pile, we sat down beside it? Said: “Hey. You’re not proof that I’m a failure. You’re proof that I’ve been living—messily, inconsistently, but still here.”
Sure, some more self-compassion might be in order. I could get behind that.
From my pile to yours !
the closing lines of this was chefs kiss but especially this one: "There will always be laundry."
clapping for u for doing ur laundry AND for writing this beautiful piece!!!
👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
I read this, stood up, and finally folded and put away the pile of clean laundry that had been sitting on the 'temporary chair' for a week. So, thank you. You deserve lots of claps.
Claps to u as well. The temporary chair is a familiar tactic
I love this! Simple things can be not so simple to conquer! One step at a time, building your “laundry muscle” one load at a time!
Danny’s garden is such a cute name
Ty haha
I'm not an infant...and I'm not well-adjusted and put together either. I love it and I clap you for do the laundry 🌹.
Excellent writing! I can easily relate
Is willpower the thing that pushes you to accomplish stuff without hating yourself and making you feel guilty for being incapable?
the soft and persuasive kind yes
Alien concept tbh
to me as well. but I guess it's something to develop over time
automate as much as you can for depressive-induced pile ups (physically and financially).
and — when you need to practice some grace toward yourself, splurge on wash & fold.
And you had to leave home to do it? (Stands up and starts to slow clap)
Yea I live in a walk up so it’s 6 flights down & across two blocks. Pretty brutal 😅
You never realize how draining it is to do the most mundane activities until you live alone. I understood that the hard way. The act of simply taking care of yourself can be exhausting. Loved this! 💌