Traveler’s Log #21, Lather, Rinse, Repeat.

Today was the day I was dreading. I hoped that it would never come. I guess I tried ignoring it, blocking it from my mind, pretending that somehow, someway, it would disappear...ya, right. To my dismay, I woke up facing my giant, my Everest, the day had come...laundry day. I grabbed my pile of laundry and off I went. The weight, and stench, of my clothes made the walk to the roof longer than ever before. It’s almost as if they, my clothes, were ridiculing me, taunting me, making me delirious, and making me think that I would never succeed, that I would never be able to come out of this. I finally saw the bright light at the top of the staircase, I had made it, but I celebrated a little too early. I threw them down, filled the bucket with water, chucked some soap in, rolled up my sleeves, and started the climb. Everest wasn’t that bad, I thought I must have been way passed half done by then. I turned around and all my courage was instantly flung off the mountain. How could my pile have gotten bigger? How can a mountain grow? But I was not going to give up, this is what the pile wanted to happen, it wanted to get to me, but I was not going to let it get to me! Lather-Rinse-Repeat-Lather-Rinse-Repeat. I never fully understood the word ‘repeat’ till that day, its meaning is so often overlooked, but now I understand; now I understand. My wrists started to tire and hurt. Was Everest too steep? I wouldn’t let it beat me, not this time. I stirred up just enough courage to crawl across the roof with my clothes pin in one hand, and the last piece of clothing in the other. I pinned it up...I won, I reached the summit! Tears of joy ran down my face. I finally had conquered it; my Everest was now no more than a bunny hill, at last...at last.