...writing a post about how throwing away old socks is symbolic. Feel free to never read this blog again.
I own so many socks. How many you ask? So many that in the rare instance that ALL of my socks are clean at the same time, they more than overflow their assigned dresser drawer. That being said, the likelihood that all of my socks are clean at one time is slim to none.
But regardless of how infrequently I do laundry, I always have at least half a dresser drawer full of socks. Which leads me to believe two things. 1. I never wear socks (which is not true unless it is flip flop season). 2. I don't wear half of the socks I own.
Number 2 is true.
So in an effort to declutter my life, I started with my sock drawer. I threw away all the socks that had no match, all the socks that had holes, all the socks that were threadbare, and all the socks that I don't wear because they slip down my heels and into my shoes while I walk. I didn't count how many I threw away because that would be a tad OCD but trust me...it was a lot.
Over the next few
Eventually I plan to maintain a type of domestic homeostasis. One item in...one item out.