And this is what it’s come to. I’m officially a mismatched sock wearer. I’m battling three girls who fully embrace this style and raid my stash daily…. And my youngest is not far behind… So I’m throwing caution to the wind and going for it. Sock singles all the way for me from now on. Just pick two and go. Laundry just got a whole lot easier.
And you know what? Every time I look down at these non-OCD feet, I feel a sense of freedom. I’ve surrendered. Yes, it’s just socks. But it’s also the mindset that got me to this place. There’s joy in the not caring. There’s contentment in knowing my feet are still protected. And there’s gratitude knowing I am still able to walk, run, dance, and move. Letting go of the socks has really taught me it’s okay. Letting go can be good. Surrender is where we are supposed to live. I believe true joy waits for us there.