therapy*

i go to therapy. 

a few times a week.

but i don't see a counselor.

it's laundry.

i hang my laundry on the line.

and it's like therapy for me. 

it used to frustrate me.

how long it took to hang everything up.

one

by

one

but now i actually enjoy it.

i'm not sure what happened along the line for me to get where i am

but it's soothing.

repetitive. 

and sometimes (most times) i'm a little ocd about it.

i hang all the shorts first.

then the tees.

and sometimes i colour co-ordinate them as i hang them.

it's my little system. 

i think it's something i can accomplish and tangibly see results.

today is a perfect day for laundry.

sunny.

windy.

a perfect day for therapy.

*please don't misunderstand and think i am making fun or light of therapy or conditions like ocd. i realize there are reasons to go to therapy. hanging my laundry helps me clear my mind and feel relaxed. it is therapeutic for me. thanks.