Everything came crashing to a head as I was putting laundry away yesterday. Specifically when I got to the socks. As I looked at all our orphan socks laying there all sad and limp, I remembered an interview I read years ago about a guy whose book was being made into a movie.
The interviewer asked him, “What do you did with your first big check?”
He replied, “I went to my sock drawer, threw out all my socks and bought a ton of matching black ones.”
Ever since reading that quote, I've been jealous of him. Not only because he wrote a decent book, but also because he couldn't have chosen anything more incredible to buy. His socks were the measure of his success. And by that standard, he was doing quite well.
Then there's my socks. I'm looking at about 31 pairs of unmatched socks. Do I ever throw them away? No, I can't. Not yet. I'm holding onto them with the hope I'll find the missing one soon. It's that same hope that I have to write a book someday. Either of those things might never happen, but I'm dramatic enough to keep my singleton socks in an old suitcase in my closet. Because you better believe, the day I write and publish that book, there's going to be a hell of a sock purge. And what will I replace them with? I'm thinking orange polka-dot ones.
Socks: The measure of my success. I can't wait for the day.
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