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Why Folding a Fitted Sheet is the Worst Thing That Will Happen to You
Or, How I Stopped Chasing Happiness and Learned to Love the Process
There is was — the damn fitted sheet — sitting on the bottom of the laundry basket. I leave it for last every time. The time was late. I was tired and crabby. I know there’s a YouTube video I could watch, or some five-step guide to folding the perfect fitted sheet, but I prefer the fight.
The thing’s got no real corners — nothing sharp and neat, like its top counterpart. No, the fitted sheet is at best a bastard cousin of the rest of the laundry basket. All the others have a process — shirts, socks, even the odd-shaped clothes.
But not the fitted sheet. No matter how hard I try to fold it nicely, the thing looks like I rolled it into a ball.
This story isn’t really about fitted sheets, yet it’s got EVERYTHING to do with fitted sheets. This is a story of purpose and acceptance for all life has to offer, not just the pursuit of happiness.
Here, we’ll dig into the little teaching moments life gives us daily. We have a choice in our reactions. We can bring purpose to everything we do and create change on our environment, or we can let our environment change us.
It’s time to fold some sheets.
