The Day My Socks Sparked an Existential Crisis
There I was, knee-deep in a mountain of mismatched socks (seriously, where does the other one even go?), when it hit me: laundry is basically a metaphor for life.
Okay, maybe not basically. But hear me out! Between separating colors, battling stubborn stains, and folding fitted sheets (the bane of my existence), laundry day provides ample time for reflection. And sometimes, those reflections go a little something like this…
The Circle of Life (and Denim)
Watching the washing machine churn through a cycle is strangely hypnotic. It’s like a microcosm of existence—dirty clothes go in, get tossed around in the chaotic whirlwind of life (and detergent), and emerge cleansed and renewed.
