All of this year, I have struggled.
And perhaps I’d argue that I’ve struggled my whole life—struggled incessantly to keep my bobby pins in one place.
Somehow, despite my best organizational efforts, the pins are everywhere except where I need them to be. I find them on the stairs, in the sink, on my carpet, in the car, in my various bags.
But never in their container.
I dreamed of the day that I would wake up, reach for a bobby pin, and find one without having to sell my kidney. I’d simply reach into my drawer, find the container, and there it’d be: the perfect bobby pin.
I prayed for it. Visualized it. Meditated on it.
Alas, I finally put an end to this chaos. I vowed, either I stop using bobby pins forever, or I will keep a detailed inventory of every bobby pin I own, give each a research tag, and track their every move on an Excel spreadsheet.
I decided that would be too much effort, and might land me in an asylum if anyone saw my collection of tagged bobby pins. So instead, I decided I’m not going to use bobby pins anymore. And honestly? I feel great. Liberated. It’s a whole new life. A real revolution.
If you think this is a joke, you’re probably a man. You’ve never dealt with this lifelong frustration, this wild goose chase, this bobby pin fiasco that is akin to chasing your own tail.
So perhaps this hints at a way of solving our biggest, most pressing problems: give up struggling. Stop fighting, let it go. Just let it go.
Find other, more loyal pins. Pins that will be there for you when you need them.