Ironing Out My Thoughts

Many years ago my dear friend K told me that she found ironing to be meditative, a quiet space to think and daydream.  I couldn’t relate to her perspective, but nowadays, I wonder if K was simply ahead of her time.  I don’t iron daily, or even weekly, but when I do, I find it very relaxing.  The repetitive movement of pushing the iron around, watching a wrinkle dissolve, and even listening to the steam hiss all lull me into a thoughtful moment.  I’m pulled into the rhythm.  I solve problems, envision creative projects, and generally slow down to a quiet pace.  Who would’ve thought?