You shouldn’t put all of your eggs in one basket, but you’ve gotta have faith. I mean, how efficient is it really to spread your eggs into separate baskets? You only have two arms, so how many baskets can you carry anyway? And when you go to the supermarket, do you buy two dozen eggs and keep them in two separate bags just in case you drop one?
Life is like that. You have to take risks. Not all the time, but sometimes, when it’s worth it.
And hey, what’s the worst that could happen? Sometimes you drop the basket, and all your eggs break. There will be more eggs. And they will be the right eggs for you.
There’s no such thing as playing it safe. You can pack your eggs in all kinds of baskets, and you can get home and tuck your eggs away in the safest part of your refrigerator, and then a drunk driver can lose control of his vehicle and crash right through your kitchen – crushing your refrigerator and demolishing all of your eggs.
OK, that rarely happens. But you get the idea. Disaster can strike at any moment, and then it won’t matter how much work you put into keeping those eggs safe.
I’m losing you with the egg analogy now, aren’t I? This really isn’t about eggs.
I’m ready to make some significant changes in my life. I’ve started by redecorating my bathroom and kitchen. I’ve even hung up some paintings. I know that these changes don’t seem very significant at all, but that’s my process. Sometimes I know I need a change, but I feel stuck, and so I change what I can while I work toward something new.
Today, I threw away one of my baskets. The eggs seemed rotten anyway. (Sorry to get back to the egg thing.) I put all of my eggs in one basket (that’s not true, I actually still have eggs in the fridge, too, but I feel like they’re expiring), and I’m hoping for the best.
On the bright side, doesn’t my bathroom look cute?