9/30/2018 0 Comments
Don't show me your mess...
Things have been a little crazy over here.
September's frenzy kicked my butt, and the new school year has had a less than glamorous start, and four major appliances quit on me, and the dog has punished us for leaving her each day by ruining two carpets and a new pair of sneakers, and oh yes, the world has gone STARK RAVING MAD.
And every day, before I can even leave my bedroom to make a trip to the coffee maker, I have to trip over this basket of unmatched socks, which now totals exactly 7,642 socks without a mate. How is this possible? To have THIS MANY SOCKS that cannot be paired with another? HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE, I yell out each and every morning.
No one answers me.
Cheap crew socks, lightly patterned Tommy Hilfiger socks that no one has any business spending money on, those non-skid socks they make you buy at the trampoline place, the long socks that barely fit over the soccer shin guards that shrink after the first washing, and more - all these socks are just peaking out over the top of an overflowing basket that taunts me day after day.
Sure, I could throw the whole thing away and start over, but there are risks involved. If someone is out of clean socks entirely, I can't point to the basket, and say: "pick two that are close." I keep the basket. It's the best option I have right now.
HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?
The other day I thought, "My god. If I get struck by lightning today, someone will come to my house and see this basket of unmatched socks, and how embarrassing would THAT BE?!" I realized that the mess in my life just might be what's holding me together these days. I'm walking cautiously into the electrical storms of my life, because if I get struck by lightning, someone might come here and see my basket of socks, and you know what? That makes my mess just a little more palatable today than it was yesterday.
HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?
It just is.
This picture? It's just a little glimpse of the mess. I can't show you the whole thing, and I won't ask you to show me your mess in return. But, embrace it. Let it keep you from standing under trees in the lightning. Take care of your messy self today.
If I can collect 7,642 unmatched socks, then anything is INDEED POSSIBLE.
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