Today I was waxing poetic about the challenges we all face at one point or another- love transitions, professional shifts, the movement of grief- and got a tremendously inspiring message from member of the staff at school. Mo often provides a dose of common sense in this space of heady intellectualism. I thought it appropriate to share an interpretation of her anecdote...
Life is a pot of boiling water.
It's inhabitants are three types: The Hard Boiled Egg, The Potato and The Teabag.
The Hard Boiled Egg becomes rigid inside, a delicate shell protecting a self that has stagnated solid.
Meanwhile, The Potato is bubbled to mush, softening the longer it stays in the game.
And finally there is The Teabag. By nature it changes the environment, altering the aquatic by simply sharing the being of itself.
Which type are you? <3