I sleep and dress and read and live in a very small room. It's part of the joy of living with five other girls, as is the amount of food packed into the fridge and the amount of hair... everywhere. But being in the small room means that the drawers I use for socks are in a corner of my "closet" behind all my clothes. To get to my sock drawer is like getting to Narnia, minus the talking beavers. and yes, I am talking about my sock drawer in the post. Invigorating.
For Christmas I was gifted new socks from about 4 different people. I appreciate this because the socks I've been using since freshman year... aren't really that fresh anymore. The only problem that I've encountered with this gift is that the socks are color coordinated. In a pack of 8 pair, there are two pink, two red, two green, and two orange socks. This has proven to be a difficult trial in my life, for I cannot stand to wear an orange and a red sock, nor a green and a pink sock at the same time. In no other way am I obsessive about order, organization, or appearance. ...right? I mean, I'm wearing brown pants and a black top today. Something my junior high friends would never condone. But, if I wear two different colored socks at once, I literally feel as if I am off balance. The foundation of my being, my feet, are at odds with each other.
So, as I venture through the forest of clothes, in the dark of morning, I cannot simply grab two socks and be on my way. I must find one and seek out its partner. Every morning is a struggle which I strive through.
Every day I am a champion.
Ps. I read some sort of blog advice with prompts and suggestions online the other day. One was to talk about a challenge I have overcome. Hence this deep and meaningful post. You now know me on a much deeper level. We are like unto matching socks.
peace and sandals
you don't have to worry about matching socks when you wear those.
rrw
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