The irony of it does not escape me. I’m wrinkling my nose at the idea. Maybe I’ll take a shower and wash my worries away or dry my tears and stop being agitated by the sandpaper stuff. Are you following this nauseating attempt at laundry humor? I mean if you saw the six baskets on my living room floor, you’d understand why it was the analogy that came to my mind when we were discussing the yucky feelings we’ve been having for the past month or two. Like a vacuum, life has just sucked it all up for a little bit.
The energy, the positivity, it’s all been sucked from us, and we’ve just been hovering in this crazy black hole of pause, waiting for the thing, the answer as to why. We were just hashing it out as we do here… one of us starts talking and then others chime in and before long, we’re in a quad chorus that chops through details and cuts it all up into manageable bites of information we can digest or at least masticate on a while… when someone said, “It just sucks.” So, I jumped in to quickly correct that thinking.
“Life doesn’t suck. It’s too big to boil down into that small of a definition. Life does not suck. It is beautiful, complicated, enigmatic, problematic, adventuresome, and amazing and several other adjectives, but it doesn’t just suck. Life is like a fitted sheet; great to sleep on but try folding that sucker up nice and neat to display perfectly somewhere when you’re done using it and all you have is a big ol’ mess. I don’t know anyone who can perfectly fold a fitted sheet with zero wrinkles. It’s too messy. Life is like a fitted sheet. It’s just messy.”
@MommaRich
I drove that freaking sucky description right to the laundry room and parked it there because while life holds challenges and turbulent times, it also delivers babies and sunsets that take your breath away. I (the one that’s been at a loss for words) went on a laundry themed tirade about why we can’t just shortchange this amazing experience like that, and as I did, the tuning fork started vibrating.
Of course, they already knew that, and I was obviously preaching to our four-part choir. However, I do feel it is worth repeating, and even preaching again – to myself – Life Does Not Suck. Life is too expansive a journey to boil down to two atoms and dub it “sucky”; even when it feels like a giant pile of steaming hot dung, there is more to life.
Always more.
Someone much more intelligent and articulate than me once said, “It’s just a bad day, not a bad life.”
-Gunship. They’re right too, but I bet you didn’t see yourself folding a fitted sheet when you quoted them, did ya?
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