Each morning, as the steam rises from my iron, I feel like something shifts, not just in my clothes but in my mindset. Ironing may seem like a mundane, insignificant task to many, but to me it is quiet ritual of order, intention, and gratitude.
There is
something deeply comforting about this simple act of preparing my clothes for a
day. As I glide the iron across each wrinkle, I feel like I am gently soothing
out creases of my own thoughts. The heat, the steam, the rhythm, the repetitive
strokes, it is almost meditative. I never rush; I allow the moment to ground
me.
Ironing
reminds me that I am showing up for myself. It tells the universe: I care about how I present myself. On my own terms, I am not waiting for the day
to happen to me, I am preparing for it. Each top, each pair of slacks, each
dress becomes a symbol of readiness, neatness, and self respect. As the fabric transforms from wrinkled to smooth,
so does my energy.
Ironing connects
me to my mother. I cherish the memory
of our Sunday afternoons, when Mom and I ironed together, preparing clothes for
whole week. We even ironed all the sheets and towels. Everything was so neat,
so perfect.
Lots of people think about ironing as mundane chore. I see it as daily practice presence and preparation. It is a reminder that beauty and order often begin with the smallest acts. In today’s world, in all the chaos, all the wars, all the evil disturbing as relentlessly, I still have a power to choose to pause, pause, breathe in the steam, stay present in the moment, and begin the day with the calm, clarity, self-respect and grace. There is nothing more powerful than starting the day with feeling put together, inside out. It is a quiet act of love and gratitude for another day, for myself for the energy I want to bring to the world.
AFFIRMATION
Each Press Smooths Away The Wrinkles Of
Yesterday. I Am Grateful For The Grace In Simple Tasks That Bring Beauty To My Day.
This is such a beautiful reflection. 💗 I love how you transform something so ordinary into a sacred, grounding ritual. The way you describe ironing as preparation not just for the day, but for your inner state, really resonates, especially the idea of choosing presence and grace amid so much external chaos.
ReplyDeleteThank you Negar. This is one of my favourite rituals as it takes me back to my childhood and fond memories of my mom. We ironed together every Sunday.
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