Dear Sisyphus

As I emptied the dryer and filled the washer, I considered the day and what had been done with it and suddenly your boulder wasn't punishment, it was an object lesson. This is life, carrying burdens towards a goal, steps lighter, hope growing as you reach the summit and then it begins anew. Even if our boulders don't roll away from us a hair from the summit, we still have to come down and start all over. I know this about life. I know there is always something that needs to be done. Another boulder, the same boulder, it doesn't matter. I just want to hang out at the bottom of this hill for a bit and forget I am surrounded by boulders. That might be the biggest Sisyphean task of all.