☕ Spilling the Tea (and the Truth)
I used to think life had a tidy little timeline. A beginning, middle, and end that was neatly stacked like a tower of tea biscuits.
I thought I’d move through it all in order: Find purpose. Find love. Find a steady place to set my teacup.
Somewhere between forgetting the script and running late for reality, I realized I’m not living a novel. I’m living a teacup ride!
Fast, wobbly, occasionally nauseating, and always spinning with surprises.
I often tend to spill things. Words, worries, dreams I meant to keep to myself! And tea. Always tea! Emotional unraveling apparently comes with beverage casualties.
Embracing Life’s Plot Twists One Teacup At A Time
But I realized that life doesn’t unfold like a well-written book; it tends to unravel like a curious dream. One with costume changes and plot twists between sips of comfort. The dreams I thought would arrive on schedule? They’ve been anything but.
They missed the memo entirely stumbling in with chaos, wrong turns, emotional spills, and moments that felt like mistakes.
The truth is, those moments taught me what I actually wanted. They were my dreams, just wearing mismatched shoes and arriving unfashionably late.
The plot twists that used to shake me now feel like rewrites. Unexpected edits to a story I thought I had figured out.
Even the chaos carries clarity… if I’m patient enough to let it steep.
These days, I’m not chasing a perfect life, I’m curating a curious one. Full of mismatched teacups, second chances, surprise guests, and dreams I’m still learning how to pour without spilling.
So if you’re fumbling, falling, or trying to tape the chapters of your story back together with sugar packets and stubborn hope…pull up a chair.
The tea party begins here. 🫖
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