I am completely neurotic about misplacing things. When I can’t find my keys, the television remote or a hair brush, I immediately want anyone who is nearby to stop everything and help me search.
That’s probably because I’m not the most organized person, so they get annoyed quite a bit.
But over the years, I’ve finally learned to accept that my efforts to find a missing sock are usually pointless.
Which is why I’m also incredibly excited when I actually find one.
Whether it has been clinging to a clean towel or hiding under the bed with the dust bunnies, matching that sock with its mate always makes me smile.
Day 7: Finding the missing sock