does it lie in things that are soft?
things that make you feel secure?
i am laundry girl of the universe this week.
growing to be an every day thing.
and lovin' it.
i love doing the laundry way more then i can even explain to yall.
it's like having a brand new job.
you have to work this job to find your niche.
find you balance and happy medium.
what makes you happy and what makes your boss(es) happy.
after a while you gather a rhythm that even if you wanted to stop it, it wouldn't happen on impact.
you've got your groove thing goin' on.
everywhere i go, i do laundry.
i am a folding master.
a drying and washing fanatic.
it gives me a high that only water can understand.
once i get started--i just can't stop.
i have found my rhythm.
i sift through many categories of clothing.
through the newest of things to the oldest of things.
the comfort my fingers experience amazes me.
soft like butter.
shirts that make me melt to the floor as my heart so wishes i were a tomboy.
it's a world so sacred and warm.
my comfort this week bubbles around laundry.
yes, i know i am a unique individual.
some--even say weird.
