Cook. Wash Dishes. Wash clothes. Fold clothes. Change diapers. Repeat.
Sometimes, it feels like those are all the things she does. How inconsequential. How routine. She will look at herself, her unglamorous self, feel inadequate and descend into a blue funk. Through the blue prism, she sees her friends wearing clothes with names wondering which shoes or bag to go with what, or what next plane to hop into, and talking about career milestones.
There was a time when she lived just like the women she knew. She would go to work, sit before a computer when there were no clients to meet, read tons of legal documents, plod through the day, meet friends after work, sleep (a little), go to work. Repeat. “Empty.” She thought of her life. She would sink into a blue state and from there looked at married colleagues and friends and would say – “I wish I have my own family.” Her wish came true. She got married and chose to leave the life that would have let her wear clothes with names and hop on a plane when she wanted to.
Now older and wiser, she realizes that whatever state of life one is in, there will be times of discontent. There will always be those days when things get overwhelming and she will wish to be somewhere where life seems easier and more glamorous. Yet she knows, in the recesses of her heart, that even in her funk, she will still choose washing dishes, folding laundry, changing diapers, and cooking dinners as her life motif. In this, her world, she has realized her dreams and has found joy. More importantly, through those little inconsequential chores, she loves.
Soon, she will hear her child, whose bottom she just cleaned, giggle and her world will be right again.
The above piece was written for
The challenge this week was to write a response between 33 and 333 words to the word “BLUE”, i.e.,3 a : low in spirits : melancholy
b : marked by low spirits : depressing <a blue funk> <things looked blue>
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