Is there such a thing, I pondered, as my son left for college and announced that he was going to try to do his own laundry after bringing it home once, where I miraculously turned 4 loads around in less than 2 hours? But, yes, there was. In addition to the five love languages that have been written about and my psychologist clients attest to, there seems to be a sixth.  While I’m sure it fits into one of the original five, laundry I realized was the love language that had my name written all over it. After several weeks (ok, maybe a few months) of not having this expressive language at my disposal, I began to wonder what the expression of this language, aka need, would become.  Such a parallel to the necessary pivots we have to make in all facets of our life, whether it be business or personal.  Which segment to market to, which project to begin? There are so many decisions waiting to be made.

So, while I ponder my next love language, in the meantime I have to admit it is freeing to not have this language expression for the moment. And, of course, I will welcome the laundry when it comes home– but in a different way. As an act of love rather than a need to be needed love language expression.