Last winter/spring/summer, I collected yogurt lids in the hope of getting the right letters to win a beach vacation. I didn't get them. But I did end up with tons of lettered lids in my desk drawer at work. When I left my job, I saved the lids so I could use them for an elaborate art project for my then-boyfriend. When we broke up, I saved the lids because I couldn't bear to throw out the results of such a sustained effort toward something. When I moved out of my apartment, I finally got rid of the lids, but first I took this picture because I didn't want the letters to have been a complete waste:
All of those letters scattered on the floor made me realize something: sometimes you have to go through a lot of wrong words before finding the right one. And also, I ate a lot of yogurt last year.