Musings From the Laundry Pile: Remind Me That We're All the Same

I fold one or two loads of laundry on my bed every night. It’s a (somewhat irritating and strangely reassuring) ritual and a way to try to keep up. Progress, not perfection, I tell myself. Somehow I still need reminding that I’m human. Not every stitch of laundry needs to be clean and folded and put away. That’s the thing about striving for perfection, it doesn’t even make any sense. There’s really no reason for all the clothes to be clean. We only really need a day’s worth at a time....more
 @postmormongirl human and messy, yes. Thank you...more