Starting anything new makes my stomach twist like wringing out a wet rag. It’s an uncomfortable sensation, but also oddly satisfying. I feel this way with any new endeavor, and the stronger the wringing sensation, the more I know I’m getting into something good.
I committed to posting on my blog at least once a
week for the entirety of 2016, but I felt like I needed a boot camp of sorts, so
I joined Think Kit—a group of bloggers
that wanted to flex their blogging muscles. Each day this January, Think Kit
will provide a writing prompt for the group to use to get the creative juices
flowing. I will post each day here using the prompt (or one of the “lifeline”
alternative prompts.) This is exciting and a little scary—so I must be doing
something right! Geronimo!
Today’s prompt is:
Pretend you're writing your
autobiography. Give us your first line, a first chapter, or even just an image.
What's the story of you?
Socks. I think about them quite a
bit, because I absolutely must change my socks three or four times a day. I
carry clean socks in my gym bag (naturally) but also in my purse, in the console
of my car, and even in my coat pockets. I don’t consider myself
an obsessive-compulsive personality. In fact, I’m pretty fast and loose with
housecleaning and hairstyles and noise and just about everything else, but in
order to feel right with the world, I must be wearing clean, dry, comfortable
This post is part of Think Kit by SmallBox.