Can I let myself feel boredom?
Tonight
Folding laundry alone in a basement
Stopping at the bottom of the stairs
Basket stuffed full
I turn off the lights
Stop, deliberately breathe in boredom
I feel the weight of the hamper
As it rests angled on the step in front of me
The pressure of its leaning steady on my right hip
The room is dark, but light from the kitchen upstairs cascades toward me
My hands rest on each side of the round pink canvas hamper
Continue the slow breathing in
The air smells just slightly of cool conditioned air
My eyelids shut
I feel my body, smell the air, hear very nearly silence in the house
Suddenly the task of carrying the load upstairs seems different
Something has shifted
Not something that has to be done
But something I am doing
I grin slightly, open my eyes, and lift
I can feel boredom tonight and it is just fine
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