When I get into my sock drawer, it is always full. However, it might not have a single pair of matched socks. I will find short socks, long socks, white socks, black socks, dress socks, athletic socks, and a few others. All have the same purpose, but they do not match in appearance or feel.
That is how my brain feels many days. I have all sorts of thoughts. Many of them are good and solid thoughts. But when I go to pull them out, they don’t match up with what I remember. It is as though my thoughts and memories are a pair of mismatched socks. I cannot sort through and put together what I have said I want and what I have. All I know is what I have is unacceptable. My excuse, “The dryer must be eating the socks.”