This little newsy is for all those committed subscribers (Hi Mum!) who hand over their hard-earned money every month to support my work. What a humbling realisation that there are actual other humans here who did not give birth to me. Thank you. It’s a mind trip.
I’m adding this pretty regular installment called ‘And Another Thing’, which will be a short-ish pondering about things that are hard to do. Maybe, but not necessarily about running or outdoorsiness, these are insights and excavations into my experience of trying to tackle the hard stuff that comes at us as everyday hominids trying to make our way in the world.
So first up:
Folding laundry.
It’s the definition of banality and in 20 seconds someone is going to pull it out of the closet and put it on, only to take it off, throw it in the middle of the floor and pull out something else. It’s Sisyphean and the act of it bores me to tears. I’ve been known to maintain a pretty active “horizontal closet.” My impeccable strategy is to sort my wardrobe into the category of “things to be worn, or not” in the incredibly convenient location of the floor next to the bed. I know right? Why didn’t you think of that? Because my friend, you lack the unmatched foresight that folded or not, these clothes will just form another pile in a few days which will be loaded back into the washing machine and begin the infinite cycle of life over again. Which is why I’d prefer to leave out the middle man and get more bang for my buck.
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