not frazzled by my bobby pins

You don’t have to know me. You just have to see me—-just once—-to understand my eternal need for a steady supply of bobby pins.

And so, very early in our marriage, my very thoughtful husband bought me this gorgeous antique, cobalt blue jar to hold my bobby pins. This jar has traveled around the world with me and always sits to the left of my bathroom sink.

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Every morning of every day, all these years, I search through my jar of bobby pins. I spend at least 20 seconds every day searching for one that has not lost its tip, its color or its grip. This means I’ve spent about 40 hours of life sorting through a cobalt jar for bobby pins.

What a colossal waste of time, right? Especially, when it didn’t have to be like this. If only I had taken the time to throw the bad ones in the trash. It’s simply the logical thing to do. But, no, I’ve wasted 40 hours of my life–just because I didn’t clean out my jar, because I wasn’t frazzled enough by stuff that didn’t belong.

Life’s sort of like that. We put up with stuff that should not be, that don’t belong, simply because we can’t be bothered to make the time to get rid of the mess. And in that process of not caring enough to set things right, we lose so much.

Guess what I finally did today? Here’s a sampling of what I found!

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