Two weekends ago, our dryer broke.
I found this out when I went to change over my newly-clean load with another that had been sitting in the dryer for a few days (yes, I’m one of those people, don’t judge me). When I opened the dryer door, I was immediately greeted with the unwelcome scent of a bundle of wet clothes that had been sitting in a small, dark place, exchanging damp aromas for quite some time. Ben and I tried a number of different things to get our second-hand dryer to start working again, to no avail. I piled up the unsavory clothing to wash and dry at a later time, and diligently set up a makeshift clothesline in our living area for the newly clean, not yet stinky clothing I had just washed. I know, I know, hashtag firstworldproblems.
Circumstantially, this last year has not been a very easy one. By no means has it been the most difficult time in my life, but it certainly hasn’t been a walk in the park either. Sometimes (okay admittedly MOST of the time), I let the little things in life that go wrong get me down. Every time I’ve looked at our growing pile of laundry, or again tried and failed to turn our dryer on, I get a little irked. I’ve allowed something insignificant, a minor inconvenience in my life, impact how I choose to interact with the rest of my day.
I am consistently surprised by how I let circumstances like this affect my life. I fail to acknowledge all the good things that happen to me, and get overwhelmed by the bad. How lame is that?!
Life After Missions 