On Monday, I wrote a big ol’ post (seriously, it was long) about losing my keys and being reminded (for the ba-jillionth time) that having more of something does NOT make my life easier.
I know that.
‘ve learned learn that lesson over and over.
But . . . I do love my extras.
As a not-so-fru-fru person who still understands that I look 1000x more put together if I wear earrings, I stick to my silver hoops. Like, every single day.
I almost always know where they are because I use them. (That’s one of the yay-for-me lessons from Monday’s post.)
But I don’t always always know where they are.
They get lost. They get pulled off from the ear I’m sleeping on for a Sunday afternoon nap. They bug me when I’m on the phone. They’re the victim of excessive expression when I’m telling a really great story.
So, over the years, I’ve had to buy a new pair here and there. Always silver. Always hoops.
While I’ve been known to wear two very different (though both silver and both hoops) earrings, hoping no one would notice, I hit the jackpot when I bought a new pair that almost exactly matched an old pair.
That means I have four earrings that match one another. Any of those two makes a pair.
Which is good, since I never ever know where all four are at the same time.
Usually, I only know where two are.
So I was rather frustrated when the one on the right in the picture above disappeared for a few days and then appeared in the bottom of the washing machine, quite whompy-jawed, the following Monday.
But later that day, I saw a glint of silver shining under my nightstand.
And I was back to two silver earrings that match as long as no one sees the back of them.
This is my problem.
These serendipitous moments.
They bring me such joy. Such justification for my issues. Such hard evidence of the benefits of having extras.
And then something like the Losing of the Only Set of Keys for More Than Two Whole Months happens.
And I’m reminded that my Love of Extras has a dark and sinister side.
No life-changing conclusion here. No wise words. Just the acknowledgement that this is an ongoing struggle in my Slob Brain.
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