Folding My Boxer Shorts

I think I get a little arrogant or maybe presumptuous at the end of this one. Either way... I mean it.

Given the choice ahead of time, how many of us would spend any great portion of our lives folding our boxer shorts?

Neurosis is a disorder of the mind. Check it out for yourself on webster.com. What do you feel compelled to do on a daily basis? How do you spend your time?

I am examining how I spend the only hours that I will ever have. This is a very encouraging process, because I have discovered that I don't have to keep doing things the same way that I have always done them.

Folding our boxer shorts is a funny example of a lot the things that we do without knowing why or how it contributes to our destiny.

I used to feel like I could not do any of the things that I really wanted to do because I condemned myself for not having a perfectly appointed living space, drawers and all.

After I have fathered orphan children, built clinics, created films, painted canvases, written pamphlets and books, changed minds and generally contributed to the recovery of broken lives... THEN, with what little strength remains, I will organize books, shuffle papers and fold boxer shorts.

I am no longer condemned by my own sense of perfection in the little things.  Of course,  there's no excuse to be a slob... but every little thing needn't be just so.