Folding
There is something so calming and self-transcendent about folding simple objects made from organic materials. This is one of usual domestic activities that I find immensely meditative, grounding, beautiful.
My partner wears a uniform, like I do. We don't have to wear a uniform, but we choose to do it nevertheless, mainly for environmental reasons. Other reasons, at least for me, are spiritual and aesthetic. He wears white t-shirts, trousers or shorts in summer, and a shirt.
He asked me, jokingly, if I ever get tired of seeing him in the same clothes every day. I certainly don't. I don't get tired of his eyes, cheeks, hands, or hair, for example. Why should I get tired of his uniform? I don't have an expectation that he needs to follow fashion trends. That he is kind, compassionate, empathetic, honest, trustworthy - these things I care about deeply.
I borrow his t-shirts very often. It's not because my 10 items of clothes (that is my whole wardrobe) do not suffice. Rather, it feels so easy to just put on a t-shirt. An item that is not gender or age specific, that is oversized. There is no label on it. It doesn't communicate much. It serves as a gentle, soft, cosy veil that separates me from the world around me.
I've mentioned it many times in this autoethnography, in my book, and countless times in personal conversations that my main career in life is being the best human I can be. Kind, empathetic, compassionate, honest, just, trustworthy, caring, loving, and so on. Wearing the same outfit every day, especially a very simple one, allows me to focus on this career more fully.