The Surprisingly Deep Thoughts I Have While Doing Laundry




The Surprisingly Deep Thoughts I Have While Doing Laundry


We’ve all been there. Staring blankly at the washing machine, hypnotized by the rhythmic sloshing of water and detergent, when BAM – a thought, completely out of left field, smacks you upside the head. And it’s not just any thought, oh no. It’s a profound, philosophical musing that leaves you wondering if the laundry room is secretly a portal to another dimension of consciousness.

From Socks to Sartre: My Existential Laundry Crisis

Just last week, I was knee-deep in a mountain of mismatched socks (seriously, where does the other one go?!), when it hit me: life is a lot like doing laundry.

laundry (yes, I’m one of those rare creatures who actually folds) when I came across a shirt missing a button. It was a perfectly good shirt, otherwise destined for greatness, but now rendered incomplete by this tiny, absent piece.

And then it dawned on me: we are all like that shirt, perfectly imperfect in our own ways. We have our flaws, our missing buttons, our little quirks that make us who we are. But that doesn’t mean we’re not worthy or incapable of achieving great things. It simply means we’re a work in progress, always evolving, always growing, always learning to embrace our imperfections.

Finding Zen in the Laundry Routine

But it’s not all existential dread and philosophical musings in my laundry room, I promise! Sometimes, it’s a place of unexpected zen. The repetitive motions of sorting, folding, and putting away can be strangely meditative, a chance to quiet the mind and just be.