Quote of the day

 

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Post by Liz Gilbert

I was introduced to this expression the other day (thank you, Kim!) and I’m in love with it already. Please interpret as you like, as it applies to your own life.

Is there a love relationship that isn’t working out for you, because you keep trying to get milk from that hardware store — and all they offer is hammers and drills?

Is there a job that isn’t working out for you, because you keep wandering the aisles of that hardware store, looking for milk, and coming up with…well…screws?

Is there a spiritual or religious path that has become frustrating for you, because every time you ask them for sweet, sweet milk, they merely direct you to the section of the store that sells plumbing equipment and padlocks?

Is there a city that you can’t stand living in anymore, because they simply don’t sell the kind of milk there that you need?

Do you find yourself getting angry at the hardware store (whatever “hardware store” may represent for you) for never having milk — instead of asking yourself why you keep searching for milk at a place that never gives you anything but cans of paint-thinner and turpentine?

Is it maybe time to stop going to the hardware store for milk?

Is it time to admit this isn’t working?

Is it maybe time to find your nourishment elsewhere?

DISCUSS.

ONWARD,
LG

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One thought on “Quote of the day

  1. Used to hear this all the time in my Al Anon group, except it read “don’t go to the butcher for a newspaper.” When we get this truly its a massive shift, letting go of what will never feed or fill us is such an important step and sometimes so hard to do, but oh so important.

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