Picking Grapes

We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy,
even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry.

~ E.B. White


I suppose I agree with that statement for the most part. I think we’re created to use our gifts, and when we are using them, that’s when the joy comes. For some that may mean using special unique talents, like playing the violin or sculpting a treasured statue. For others it may be using physical strength to help others with yard work, move furniture into a new home, or yes, maybe even picking grapes.

That doesn’t always mean, that for me to have joy, I should be spending every bit of my time making pictures, singing, cooking my favorite dishes, or doing whatever tickles my fancy. Some days my purpose is laundry. And that’s okay.

As much as I complain about the laundry, I need to understand that, even in the middle of a mountain of dirty duds, I can still have joy. It’s about my choice of attitude.

The gift of laundress? Why not. It’s necessary, just as necessary as any of the gifts doctors, teachers, lawyers, policemen, or pilots use.ย Besides, who’d want to hang around a doctor with stinky clothes anyway? And who says I can’t sing and do the laundry at the same time?

Or dance?

The dancing, singing, laundress.

I may be on to something.

Wishing you joyful grape picking!

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