I had an epiphany earlier this afternoon. It had come to my attention by cleaning last night that everything small I sit on my nightstand falls into a deep, black hole. I have a pair of sunglasses that I had bought a few years ago. They were my favorite. One day earlier this year, my sister and I rearranged the bedroom. It took nearly 4 hours, but we got it done. In the midst of cleaning and sweeping, I found the pair of sunglasses and I knew that I was saved from the sun! So, that night, I set them on my nightstand where I would indeed remember where they were the next time I would need them.
Fast forward to last night. I decided to clean the area of which my nightstand was. It was horribly disorganized and I felt the muscles in my body tense up every time I looked at it. It wasn’t bad enough where I needed a HAZ-MAT team, but it needed a reprieve from chaos. While I was cleaning and throwing away stuff I had no use for, I decided to see if my sunglasses were indeed where I had left them. They weren’t. Although these glasses weren’t but $10, they still had life in them. In fact, I have a picture of me, from January of this year, where I was wearing them.
This is when I actually had black hair. But as you can plainly see, those are the sunglasses in question. So now I am on a massive sunglasses hunt. I can either find the old pair that I fell in love with, or buy a new and cheap pair that can replace that “lost” feeling. So until either one of those options come into fruition, I will believe I have an invisible black hole in the bedroom!