I broke my washing machine. Did I take a baseball bat to it? No, but it might have been fun. I guess I still could if I really wanted, although I really need to get on craigslist and post it for scrap. I broke my washing machine with the power of my mind. Moreover, reading manifestation magic reviews also gave me a little confidence in myself as well.
I do a lot of laundries, and every time I put a load in, took a loadout, or walked past that machine I imagined it breaking and then me using a brand new energy-efficient machine. I imagined how it would look, the detergent I would use, the decrease in our water and electric bills, how it wouldn’t rock and howl like a maniac when it got unbalanced on the rinse cycle, how the clothes wouldn’t come out dripping (a real problem when you exclusively line dry in rainy winter), and then I’d finish up this wonderful fantasy with the thought that I would buy a new one “as soon as this one breaks beyond repair!”
Now I suppose this wasn’t the most mature way to go about obtaining myself a new washing machine. The question on everyone’s mind probably is “if you hated it so much, why didn’t you just save up for a new one?” I guess that does make more sense, but when you are currently applying for an income-based repayment on thousands of dollars of school loans and negotiating payment plans on six-month-old bills to your eye doctor, saving up for a new washing machine seems just a little frivolous. I guess I felt like I would really have to deserve to get a new washer and part of that feeling seems to have included flooding my garage numerous times, failed repairs, and hauling two kids and six loads of stinky laundry down the street twice a week.
When my husband and I finally decided this needed a replacement I found myself balking and dragging my feet. I knew I should just suck it up and get another free machine and wash it into the dirt again, but I just couldn’t. Finally, I pieced together my reluctance and my visions. When I told Edward about my broken washer daydreams he just sighed and said “why did you do that?” then helped me find the perfect washing machine.
We have a remake of an old wringer washer on its way to us right now. It should be here next week. I am so excited. It’s a little more labor-intensive, but I kind of like that. That’s partly why I line dry. There is something so soothing and meaningful about handling each item. When you don’t own very much, caring for what you do have becomes more important, and as you care for each item, it’s almost as if you infuse it with the love and appreciation for what it does for you and in return, you feel that love surround you as you wear it. I know, I’m a little batty. I’m sure that’s not what my family is thinking as they slide into cold damp clothing that didn’t get completely dry.