I recently asked my Facebook followers to submit posts for the blog, according to January’s “new beginnings” theme. Today, I am happy to feature one of those submissions. The writing “voice” may sound familiar to you, but (although I was given complete editorial freedom) that’s simply because this was written by the woman responsible for….ME! My mother! Some of you know her (we call her “General Mom”), but for those of you just meeting her, she is not only a successful Director of Sales at a very busy restaurant, but also a second-level practitioner of Reiki (and my biggest safety net). Please enjoy her post today!
I have never been one to make huge New Year’s resolutions- I cannot remember them. So this year I have decided to try to change my life for the better in small ways, regularly, with the hopeful goal of decreasing the stress in my life that all these small things cause me. Sounds simple enough, right?
My first goal is to reduce “nit picking”. (Yes, I can see those of you who know me trying not to laugh out loud). For those of you who are not familiar with this word (it might be Pennsylvania Dutch?) it means BEING VERY PARTICULAR. Other traits include: being overly methodical, extremely orderly, very regimented. I am very good at it.
Maybe not such a small goal, especially for me, but let’s just start “nit-picking”.
Mismatched socks for instance. SERIOUSLY, the person who invented mismatched socks must be one of those people so lazy that they just take their socks out of the dryer, throw them in a basket, maybe dump them in a drawer, and grab any two when ready to wear. Whoa! I just described most of the sock-wearing population as lazy (note to self…future goal=less judgmental).
My apologies. So, let me just say that the inventor was looking for the easy way out…(nope, still a negative, sorry), dis-organized (negative), color blind (very negative)…I have it- they were free spirited! Yes, that’s it! FREE SPIRITED. Now that sounds like a good, stress-free, non-“nit-picky” goal.
But, back to the socks (2nd note to self…3rd goal=less digression).
I was first introduced to these socks last Christmas when my daughter gave me several pair for Christmas. Knowing me very well, she introduced me gently-they were all black, with different patterns of the same color. Not so bad right? Wrong! Really, who wears zig-zags with stripes? polka dots with triangles? Apparently, everyone but me. Sorry to say I did not make it very far with my first try, and these socks have just been lingering in my drawer (matched as best I could).
This Christmas, I asked my husband for knee socks. “Knee socks?” he said. “What do I know about buying you knee socks?”
“It’s easy,” I answered, “they are in the sock section, labeled KNEE SOCKS.”
My mistake. I should have been more specific. Christmas morning I received not ONE pack of four mismatched pairs, but TWO! (My husband seldom buys me just one of anything). No black background here. Try hot pink, neon coral, turquoise, yellow, orange, PURPLE for goodness sake. Good grief! And he looks so pleased with himself! “I found you knee socks!” He sure did.
The next day, we started our annual road trip to visit relatives. I said, “I can do this”, and bravely donned two socks that had absolutely nothing to do with each other. Grant you, I was wearing blue jeans and boots, so the chances of anyone seeing this bizarreness was slim. I tried (unsuccessfully) not to notice the clashing of my feet as I traveled, boot-free, for a couple hundred miles.
Thank goodness, a rest stop! Time to put my boots back on. I could stop looking at these socks and wanting to rip them off. ( This is me, the original “barefoot contessa”, being happy to put my boots on??)
We finally made it to my husband’s cousin’s house. I sat down and absent-mindedly kicked off my boots. The cousin turned to my husband and whispered, ” Her socks don’t match”…
MORTIFICATION! Seriously? People really notice? I am going to have to rethink this entire process.
In the meantime, I am trying – I put on my mismatched socks in the morning, pull on my knee-high boots, and don’t take them off until I get home. So nobody can see. But I know they are there-just arguing with each other, those pink and coral flowers, the crazy purple and turquoise stripes. I will persevere. My feet, at least, will be FREE-SPIRITED!