Dirty Socks

A tiny shift that’s been changing how I move through my days

He asked to recycle yesterday’s socks today.

Man, he’s getting quirkier as he ages… but you know what?

It’s socks.

If the man wants to wear dirty socks, I’m okay with that.

This is one of the mental models I use all the time:

control the controllables.

Because there was a version of me that wouldn’t have let that go.

I would’ve said something, pushed back, or tried to correct it.

Not because it mattered… but because somewhere in me, it felt like it did.

That’s the part that’s changed.

I’ve gotten better at noticing what actually impacts me…

and what just pulls me into unnecessary friction.

Dirty socks? Not mine to manage.

My energy? That is.

The more I practice this, the more I see how much of life tries to pull us into things that aren’t ours to carry.

Opinions.

Preferences.

Tiny, meaningless decisions that don’t change anything.

But they still hit something in us that says, “Step in. Fix it. Say something.”

I don’t answer that call as quickly anymore.

Not everything deserves a response.

Some things just deserve a quiet, “Not mine.”

Peace isn’t found in controlling more.

It’s found in leaving more alone.

I’ve been noticing how much this shows up in small ways.

All love,

Sue