One of the things I have to do at my job involves once a month going through all the shoes, socks, and shoe care stuff that for whatever reason can't be sold. So tonight as I was sorting out those that have to be trashed from those that get sent off to be fixed up and resold, I came to a realization. Life is too short to not like your socks.
Now, you might reasonably think that a grown woman would have figured that out at some earlier point in her life. But if I buy socks and then later decide I don't like them, they stay in my sock drawer and get worn when I run out of the socks that I like. It's probably some misplaced notion of thriftiness I inherited from my Depression-surviving grandparents. At any rate, I was wearing a pair today while I was sorting out the shoes, and decided to try on a pair. They fit weirdly, and I realized that my socks were twisted all around. Then I realized that I hated those socks, always had, and didn't really want to be wearing them. And finally, the realization that despite the fact that I feel that I'd be throwing money away by getting rid of socks that were still wearable, life is too short too wear socks you hate.
There's a lot of stress in my life right now. I recently started a new job, I had 2 people quit on me with no notice on Friday, and I'm probably not going to have a day off until Thanksgiving. I need to be kind to myself to get through that. I might as well include my sock drawer. I suppose the other lesson might be, I should be more selective about what goes into my sock drawer if I know they're not going to get thrown out until they wear out.
Anyway, when I got home, I tossed the offending pair into the garbage can. I felt weird throwing them out, but you know what? I won't miss them once the trash goes out.
