stop going to the hardware store for milk.
I was introduced to this story last Tuesday when I attended an amazing yoga class at Country Zen Yoga with my friend Shannon.
It can be interpreted as you like, and applied to your own life in anyway you choose.
All I know is that I had to share it with all of you, because of the deep-rooted reflection it stirred for me.
I said to Shannon after the class, "I loved that story because I could pick out a few different areas in my life that USED to be that way. But I've made some major moves lately to get rid of the feeling of being disappointed that "the hardware store doesn't have milk."
Here it is as told by Elizabeth Gilbert -
"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?"
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