“Love is mental illness going in and mental illness coming out. In between, you do a lot of laundry”. – Steve Lopez
This ‘mental illness’ is in every kind of loving. We commonly think of ‘love madness’ occurring, maybe with the great passion of romantic love, but I assure you – madness is in the love found with a lover, a spouse, a parent, a child. This madness of attachment keeps our heads in a whirlwind of perpetual questioning; am I doing it ‘right’. is it ‘good enough’, am I ‘good enough’? Repetitive tasks, like laundry, give us room to sort, clean, air, fold and put away the doubts that accompany all forms of love.
Ironically, at the end of love, there is a lot less laundry.
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