*I am going beyond my comfort zone by writing a silly yet personal post, so don’t judge too harshly. Also, for y’all who are new to my blog, I’m not usually this weird. More normal posts DO await.*
Let me tell you a story about eggs. Wow. Thrilling, right? Right. Just listen to this cheesy analogy story.
Okay, so I was going to the fridge to get some boiled eggs. There was a little fluke, though. Not all the eggs I grabbed where boiled. One was only partially boiled, so as I was peeling one of the eggs, I heard a sound of doom.
An egg was rolling off the counter behind me. At first I thought, no problem, they’re boiled, it’ll live. But apparently this one wasn’t. In my head I saw the other eggs, the good, polite, boiled eggs, stare in shock at their friend on the floor. Little did I know I would be mentally scarring eggs today.
“Okay, Lissa,” you say, “this is really strange. What has this to do with anything? You think eggs have humanistic characters?” Well, just ask my friends, I get very easily attached to inanimate objects ;D
But my point is, to me, and to the other boiled eggs, this one looked just like any other boiled egg. But it wasn’t.
All this somehow led me to think about discernment, and welcoming others in.
“You just get stranger and stranger, don’t you, Lissa?” Well, yeah…
But I’d just like to say a few more words, so keep reading.
I don’t want to be injured by seeing an egg fall of the counter and see an inside I never imagined was there. Okay, I don’t mean a literal egg, this is an analogy, after all. But I was thinking about welcoming people into a group. People who you kindly accept, even if they act a bit different, because that is the right thing to do. To be accepting, and welcoming, and make sure everyone feels included.
But can this ever take a wrong turn? I hadn’t really thought about it, but this egg, yes, this one egg, made me think.
I’m not saying if you’ve made new friends, drop them right now just in case. I’m just saying, use discernment because that is a huge part of life.
I like to be the person who welcomes others in, and when I successfully do that, I feel really proud of myself, because I’m shy around strangers. But I need to be aware of what people are like, so that I won’t have to clean up any messes from a cracked egg, or put a shell back together, something Humpty Dumpty taught us was difficult.
I’m not really sure how I came to all this just by seeing a cracked egg, but I did. I’m just weird like that. But did I give you any food for thought? Or did I make no sense and I am just an insane weirdo who sees little ‘people’ in eggs?
Good question. Let me know in the comments! Whether or not you got anything at all from this silly post, I know that it made me aware and I will go into this next week thinking about an odd little lesson an ordinary little egg has taught me.
p.s. Perhaps I shall start calling myself ‘The Crazy Egg Lady’?
p.p.s Also, can I just tell you how fun it is to draw on eggs and to do photography with them? I’m totally going to do it again some time on the blog. For reals.