The One Sock Moment

What’s Jack up to? Jack’s been cool today. Thankfully, no running around the block, so no complaints from me. I won’t even mention the paper towels he shredded after I swept the kitchen. He’s lucky he’s so darn cute.

Here’s my sock.

Yep, it’s just one. That’s all I’ve got. Part of me feels like, hey, at least I’ve finished this one. Knit it myself and that’s a big enough accomplishment. I can always alternate feet. Right one day, left the other. No good? Yeah, you’re probably right. The problem is I’m at that one sock moment. You know that point of too far to turn back, but just far enough to want to.

We’ve all been there I’m sure. You decide you’re going to finally tackle organizing your closet. So you pull all the crap out and at about 4 hours into it you look at the tornado that’s now your bedroom and realize you still have about 5 hours of work and want to cry. Or maybe your one sock moment goes a little deeper. What if you’re 50,000 words into your 100,000 word manuscript and realize the direction is all wrong? Or 2 1/2 years into that 5 year career plan and realize you’re at a fork in the road. Or dare I say it? You’re at the halfway point of a lifetime of togetherness and just feeling blah.

So what’s the next step when you really don’t feel like taking the expected step?

Don’t look to me for the answer. I’m tired of this sock. Right now I’m going to have a quickie with a hat.

Best,

Kwana