Socks and Hope

Another change of address, another opportunity to reassess… during my recent move, I came across socks that needed mending since a time way back when I lived in Maryland.  In that moment of clarity I pondered; why do I keep these socks?

A further assessment of my personal wares revealed that I have been holding onto the following:

• jacket with a broken zipper
• dress pants that I grew out of when I stopped running marathons 10 years ago
• lamp that needs to be rewired
• violin that needs repair
• old car parts
• broken bicycle wheel
• busted chair
• leaky air mattress
• thankless jobs
• difficult relationships
• You fill in the rest….

The simple answer to all the items on this list is HOPE.

• I hope to mend the socks and wear them again because I like the color and the comfortable fit
• I hope and dream of running marathons again and losing those extra inches of girth around my belt line
• I hope to refurbish the lamp because it has been in my family for generations and will bring me a sense of connection and joy when it is completed.
• I hope to play the violin again; it is meant to be played and even though music is a difficult challenge for my hearing impairment I dream and hope to try it again.
• I hope that the old car parts can be useful in a pinch
• The busted chair represents the hope of my parents when they first started their lives together in Avenel; it belongs with the kitchen table that they owned when they first moved into their home over sixty years ago
• The leaky air mattress represented the hope for a peaceful night of sleep, and it was fun to watch Eli sink into it as the night wore on…
• The thankless job was clung to with the hopeful thought that something better lies ahead.
• Difficult relationships are not always difficult and there is always hope to find the common ground and the chance for a better connection
• Your list of hopeful causes – If you have read to this point I hope for you to experience all the best in this existence we call life.

I believe there is an inherent sense of HOPE in every living being.  A hope to survive, a hope to thrive, a hope to achieve, a hope to belong, a hope to create, and a hope to be loved unconditionally for the person that you are.

That is why I hold onto my holey, holy socks….

About fillfreedom

What is there to say about me? I am not sure if I am typical or not, average or not, smart or not, BUT I think I definitely have a sense of humor. I am an aging baby boomer wondering if I have something to say about the world as I see it.