Ugh, and on my day off!

But let’s move ahead with this, so we can put it behind us, right?

Formerly, doing laundry was my most dreaded chore. Until, like so much in life—work, the day-to-day, sometimes life itself—I turned to my best friend, metaphor.

So now, even before sunrise, I’m thinking: Wash away the grime of the past, a ceremonial cleansing. Reflect upon each garment; when and where and what was I then-there-who? Remove that stain, and that one, and I should have soaked that one, but I’m on “super cycle”!  Not that such a cycle really does a better job with more work, but it does take more time. So, I can think about it all longer before rushing to switch to the dryer.

And those stains! Sure, there are the stains that blemish, and we strive to remove them. And some are stubborn, and we try everything. We buy special products, we scrub with vigor and dedication and perseverance and commitment. And they will go away, or we can just discard the garment, right? Discard sounds harsh, and I mean it much more gently.

But I have this one “stain” that appeared . . .

It was immediately not-at-all unattractive. At first, I thought: well, it’s a stain; I should remove it from what I wear. But, it would not go away! It does seem to fade in and out, but it is always there, always in my sight.

And, it is peculiar. I do not know whence it came or why or how, but . . . I like it now. It fits VERY well, and I now think it is not a stain at all, but is woven into the fabric. The fabric of what I wear.

It has always been a part of the cloth, and I am learning to revere it, so weird.

I now wear it in full view, acknowledging it before my maker/its maker. So, I clothe myself with this stain. I do, without hesitation and with no regard.

do regard it, however. Highly, as a unique part of what I put on and what I cover and what covers me. And it is regarded completely, in and of itself.

A machine that exists for only one purpose is washing my clothes now, for 7 more minutes and a few seconds, but that single, sole stain will not go away.

I hope it never does. And I know I’ll always wear it.