The Washerwoman is a little story about the friendship of two women at either ends of life and their conversation at the washing line one late Spring afternoon. It’s a little story of a realisation of greater things, a gentle reminder to ourselves of what often lies hidden in plain sight.
What is it about this society we’ve built, this collective mindset we live within, that says having nothing to do is a bad thing? Staying busy seems to be a honorable thing. We celebrate it openly with sayings such as; “If you want something done, ask a busy man”. As if to imply that not being busy is a sign of incapability and ineptitude.
Every generation has a subset of people who are unemployable, it’s not a recent phenomena. However I do believe it’s gaining ground. You don’t need to be a big shot entrepreneur, employing hundreds or thousands to qualify here. You just need to be willing to break out of the standard working model
I got a call yesterday from a friend in trouble. His small business is failing, cash flow was bad and he’s left questioning why he even started working for himself. He was in a dark place, I know how he feels, I was that soldier. So I offered him some advice.
“I’m 43 years of age, and these days I find I’m constantly asking myself, how did I end up here?” She said, staring at nothing in particular. I just listened for what I knew was coming next. “It’s like, is this all there is?”
Coming here to please others first, to work for money, to make a living, was not in the plan lads. Yes this is how society has been built but we don’t have to follow those rules. The creative process is automatic, it’s there waiting, willing and able to give us everything if we can only let it do its thing.