Tonight I tackled the sock basket. That was today’s little contribution to The Great Simplification Process I embarked on – a while ago – and still feel so far from completing. Our dryer grows socks. I’m pretty sure of it. I put the new ones in a basket, hoping their twin will be cloned eventually. The basket gets fuller and fuller, because do I have time to sift through that baby every time a new sock grows? No. But tonight I took the time. And I matched and I put away and I threw away. Because if your clone has not been manufactured after this long, and yet we’re not going sockless, you’re just going to have to say goodbye. I’m sure mismatched sock heaven is a lovely place to be. There are probably feet there. Go in peace.
The socks got taken care of after only one chapter of Simplify by Joshua Becker. I had already learned the benefits of simplifying, summed up perfectly in the image of one not having to spend an entire Saturday cleaning the garage. And I had re-read one of my favorite parts of this movement. Have less stuff, have better stuff.
It’s yet another material principle I fly high as a banner over the immaterial as well. Do fewer things, do things better. Have fewer hats, look less frazzled in them.
I want there to be room here. Room for the people I love, room for moving and breathing and doing things. Room to let go now and then, to leave without first needing to pick up All The Things. Again. And on the immaterial side, I want room to write, room to go, room to add. Because it’s not all about taking away. It’s all about having on purpose. It’s going to take some discrimination – lonely socks have to go. But I think I can handle it. When it comes to life, I’m feeling kind of fierce.