Some miracles are so small you can hardly see them. I, for one, can count the times I’ve ironed clothes or bed sheets on one hand.
It’s part luck, part intention. I was lucky to have a mom who ironed for me, even taught me how to do it should I ever need it, but I also never tried very hard to go to places where perfectly ironed clothes were required.
On the rare few occasions when I do need to iron, I might groan, stress a bit, and feel a little embarrassed. But is that too high a price to pay for not thinking about ironing at all most of the year? Seems like a fair tradeoff to me.
Trying to remove certain ideas from your life entirely isn’t about entitlement or laziness. It’s about realizing that every extra bit of space allows you to be more intentional and present with everything you wholeheartedly say “Yes!” to.
