The girl who wore tights

Today, my sock drawer betrayed me. I was 100% sure that my dresser and I were on good terms... I don't open it to put things away unless absolutely necessary, I never allow clothes to get in the way of the drawers... You can see why I feel betrayed. I was running out the door this morning when I grabbed a dark mass from my drawer, shoved it in my purse, and drove off to have breakfast with an old friend. Already rockin' my "quick-service" restaurant uniform, I did not see the need to complete the outfit with the shoes-for-crews yet. Flip-flops were the choice and off I went. After savoring my Panera bagel and coffee, I ushered myself out of the door and into my car where I would look through my purse to find my socks... You know, just in case I was stuck at a stoplight and I had a chance to put them on...
So, I grab the dark mass and I realize that there is more fabric than I expected... My heart sinks... No... No... Nuh-uh... Sure enough, my "socks" fused together and I realized that I had three choices: 1. Work the entire day sockless 2. Call my brother and have him bring a pair of socks, while praying that I would actually have a chance to change from my tights to my socks and 3. Wear the tights for the entire day. Right. 3. Awesome.
It's moments like this where I realize that there are so many instances where people say "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade." Today, I would like to propose that chewing on the lemons and contorting your face in response is better than adding sugar and water. I mean, what if I had made "lemonade" with my tights? What would that have been? Not wearing my pants and buying a tutu? Yeah, the health inspector and my general manager would have loved that!
Maybe trying to cover the annoying situation robs us of our ability to laugh at the inconveniences of life... Sometimes you have to take it at face-value and embrace it, however uncomfortable.
If you approached me and asked me to translate this into my real life, it would include more than wearing tights under a pair of pants for 11 hours while working in a kitchen. I'm not happy that I reached into the drawer that is post-college graduation and came up with a handful of things that I am not excited about putting on. I have to put them on, though... at least until something else comes along. Waiting is the name of the game and I am a notorious loser of this game. Maybe the reminder that sharp twangs do not need to be watered-down or sugared-up. Maybe the things in our lives are there because we were supposed to look at each facet and learn. It's easier to say that when thinking about tights...not so easy when I think about employment or living arrangements...