The Messiness of Life
Why I Trust the Washing Machine Cycles
The messiness of life is what makes life. I know that while in the messiness (or “the washing machine,” as I like to call it), it’s squirmy, spinny, and full of resistance. But whoop! When you come out the other side, you’re brand new—fresh, crisp, and clean.
That freshness, however, depends on how you deal with the mess while you’re in it. You can either use all your strength, will, and power to control the chaos and the components of your shit pile, or you can just inhale, expand those lungs, and sigh. Surrender to it. Easier said than done, especially when you’re a master controller and curator of your own life. But it’s often those of us who crave control the most that struggle with surrender the hardest.
I truly believe each mess touches on some source of pain or speaks directly to a wound — ones you may have buried deep, or ones you thought you’d already ‘spiritually healed.’ There will always be something as long as you’re walking this earth, gifted with this human experience. And while you’re here, you get to decide how you show up and choose your flow and spin cycle.
I have been (and still am, sometimes) the master controller. It’s learned behaviour, but also the stubbornness in me (Taurus vibes) loves being cemented in my way and my way only. But over the years, I’ve learned: the more I soften my muscles, unclench my jaw, and lean into the mess, the more I glide through it. I’m learning to sift the lessons from the wounds, healing as I move through.
I understand now that my role in life isn’t to fight it. No weapons are actually needed. I get to co-create, still the architect but under the supervision of the cosmos.
Each time I go through the chaos of life, I come out braver, and the more I welcome the washing machine cycles. I trust it’s all for my highest good.
How do you handle life’s washing machine cycles?