[Photo by Westley]
Shortly after having my homemaking epiphany—"While Rob is away doing his work, I'm home doing mine."—my relationship to my job soured. I started resenting (what I perceived as) the fact that Rob's work is both intellectual and artistic, requiring him to be smart and creative, while my work just requires that I be present and reasonably mobile.
In the space of just a few hours, the tasks I had been doing with a cheerful willingness (if not quite joyfully) became heavy, oppressive.
Fuck this, I thought. I'm not doing it.
But not folding the laundry as it came out of the dryer meant clean things just kept piling up, until a new land mass—Mount Laundry—had formed. This made it difficult to get dressed and access the coat closet, and it cluttered up the already-chaotic living room. Not exactly good for housewife/life morale.
So after much silent complaining and carrying on about how awful this all was, I sorted, folded, and put away half a dozen loads of laundry. It only took about an hour.
[Photo by Westley]
As I put the last neat stack of shirts away and returned the laundry baskets to the garage it occurred to me that this task I'd spent so much time fuming at was actually quite trivial. In fact, I realized, many of the things that I put off DON'T ACTUALLY TAKE THAT LONG. It's a little metaphor for life, right there in the pile of clean towels: Nothing is really as big a deal as you think it is.
Sure, you can let The Thing—whatever The Thing is—make you miserable if you want, let it clutter up your space, or you can just face it. Deal with it now. It won't even be that hard! Of course, because this is life we're talking about you're going to have to address The Thing again at some point (possibly in just a few minutes from now). That part isn't fixable; eventually you'll have a bad day, shit will hit the fan, the boulder will roll back down the hill, whatever.
But if you face The Thing now, you won't have to scale Mount Thing later.