This one is going to be a quick one. For the month of February, I want to be more consistent with my posting, so I'm sorry that posting has been sporadic for the past few months.
This morning I was made myself oatmeal and a smoothie (they were completely delicious btw,) but as I was cleaning my dishes, my brain reminded me of the time I heard the story with a mug.
The story started out with a girl staying with her grandmother during the wintertime. She asked her grandmother if she could have some hot chocolate. After her grandmother said yes, she picked out the prettiest mug of them all, one that she had been waiting to use. Though when she looked at the inside of the mug, it was dirty. She asked her grandmother why the mug was dirty, and her grandmother replied that it was because on the outside, it was clean, and that was enough.
The takeaway from this story is that you can't just work on your outside appearance or rather how you appear to others, you actually have to work on yourself and the inside to be actually clean. That when you take away how you look to others, and look inside at your true self, you aren't this being that doesn't care for yourself.
I thought about this because I'm at a point in my life where I have to make myself uncomfortable in order to grow. For the past few years, my growth has been from the discomfort of external circumstances. Now, at this point of my life, I've grown a lot, but I'm not done. I want to get better and be better for myself. But I don't want to be better for myself that I only look like that to others. I want to actually establish the habits I want, learn that being alone is perfectly okay, and love myself through and through. That, at the end of the day, I can look at myself, be proud, and excited for the next day to come.
Until next time,
your hopeful/less stranger
10:34am
01/29/2023
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