The Mayonnaise Jar

I love my dad. If he were a stranger and I met him on the street, we probably wouldn’t be friends, but he is my dad and I love him. He’s not a terribly profound man. He is not incredibly wise or patient or kind or accomplished or accepting, but he tries sometimes. Really, he does. He sent me this last night and I wanted to pass it along….

The  Mayonnaise  Jar

When   things in your life seem almost too much to  handle,
When  24  hours in a day is not enough;
Remember the mayonnaise  jar and 2 cups of  coffee.

A  professor stood before his philosophy  class
And  had  some items in front of him.

When  the class began, wordlessly,
He   picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar
And start  to fill it with  golf balls.

He  then asked the students if the jar was full.
They agreed that it  was. 

The  professor then picked up a box of pebbles and   poured
It into the jar. He shook the jar lightly.
The  pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf  balls.

He  then asked the students again 
If  the jar was full. They agreed it was. 

The  professor next picked up a box of sand
And poured it  into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything  else. 
He  asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded
With  an unanimous  ‘yes.’ 

The  professor then produced two cups of coffee from under  the  table
And poured the entire contents into the jar,  effectively
Filling the empty space between the sand.
The  students laughed. 

‘Now,’  said the  professor, as the laughter subsided,
‘I want you  to recognize that this jar represents your  life.

The  golf balls are the important things - God,   family,
Children, health, friends, and favorite passions  
Things  that if everything else was lost
And   only they remained, your life would still be  full.

The  pebbles are the things that matter like your job, house, and  car.


The  sand is everything else
The  small stuff.

‘If  you put the sand into the jar  first,’ he continued,
‘there  is no room for the pebbles or the golf  balls.
The same goes  for life.


If  you spend all your time and energy  on the small stuff,
You  will never have room for the things that  are
Important to  you. 

So… 

Pay  attention to the things that are critical to your  happiness.
Play with your children. 
Take  time to get medical checkups. 
Take  your partner out to dinner. 

There  will always be time
To clean the house and fix the dripping  tap.

‘Take  care of the golf balls first —
The  things that really  matter. 
Set  your priorities. The rest is just  sand.’

One  of the students raised her hand 
And  inquired what the coffee represented. 

The   professor smiled. 

‘I’m  glad you asked’. 

It  just goes to show you that  no matter how full your life may  seem,
there’s always room for a couple of cups of coffee (or tea) with a  friend.’

Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next.

Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next.

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peculiarlyalice:

karolnogueira:
alice in wonderland necklace

I need this!!!!!!!!!!!!!

peculiarlyalice:

karolnogueira:

alice in wonderland necklace

I need this!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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hailmika:

Click the picture to watch :D
What happens if Alice in Wonderland was done Mad Men opening credits style?

peculiarlyalice:

hailmika:

Click the picture to watch :D

What happens if Alice in Wonderland was done Mad Men opening credits style?

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Holy crap that’s amazing
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Inspired by jeannr, I flowcharted the Beatles classic, ‘Hey Jude.’

Holy crap that’s amazing

via:

loveallthis:

Inspired by jeannr, I flowcharted the Beatles classic, ‘Hey Jude.’

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Ooh I stand in the corner Thinking over 1,2 what am I to do Should I go home still sober Or should I buy me another glass of wine And forget about time? But my jeans are too tight Don’t really feel like dancing No this light is too bright Don’t really feel like shining No this room is too small Rather stand against the wall And hope that no one sees me When everybody’s dancing I don’t want to When everybody’s toking I don’t want to When everybody’s laughing I don’t want to Everybody but me When everybody’s drinking I don’t want to When everybody’s using I don’t need more When everybody’s floating I don’t want to Everybody but me I get the creeps from all the people in here I cannot breathe It’s too crowded in here Don’t look at me I don’t wanna be seen Touched, heard, bothered By the fellas Who got that look in their eye They wanna take me home Without knowing my name They wanna put it on But do they not know Is that I’m not like the others

Just then her head struck against the roof of the hall: in fact she was now more than nine 			feet high, and she at once took up the little golden key and hurried off to the garden 			door.  Poor Alice! It was as much as she could do, lying down on one side, to look through into 			the garden with one eye; but to get through was more hopeless than ever: she sat down and 			began to cry again.  `You ought to be ashamed of yourself,’ said Alice, `a great girl like you,’ (she might 			well say this), `to go on crying in this way! Stop this moment, I tell you!’ But she went 			on all the same, shedding gallons of tears, until there was a large pool all round her, 			about four inches deep and reaching half down the hall.

Just then her head struck against the roof of the hall: in fact she was now more than nine feet high, and she at once took up the little golden key and hurried off to the garden door.

Poor Alice! It was as much as she could do, lying down on one side, to look through into the garden with one eye; but to get through was more hopeless than ever: she sat down and began to cry again.

`You ought to be ashamed of yourself,’ said Alice, `a great girl like you,’ (she might well say this), `to go on crying in this way! Stop this moment, I tell you!’ But she went on all the same, shedding gallons of tears, until there was a large pool all round her, about four inches deep and reaching half down the hall.

decorating my next apartment in my brain gets me excited. there’s no place like home

decorating my next apartment in my brain gets me excited. there’s no place like home

(via staree)
I hope this isn’t how the candy corn feels on its way to my belly. Maybe it’s just sad because we haven’t found each other yet. Yes, that must be it.

(via staree)

I hope this isn’t how the candy corn feels on its way to my belly. Maybe it’s just sad because we haven’t found each other yet. Yes, that must be it.

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