Welcome to my mason jar. Unscrew the lid, and take a sip of what I like to call my house brew.
I will first and foremost confess to you that this all came to me minutes before I tore open my laptop. I was on my way out of my house to go on a run, and as I stood in front my bathroom mirror, putting my hair in a ponytail, I peered down at the sink counter and saw a mason jar sitting there. No, I do not live in the South (although I do attend college there), and I am not some farmer who creates my own fresh jam from the berry trees in my backyard. I’m just a tall, blonde, college girl with chicken legs and a tendency to laugh at her own jokes. But back to my motives for typing this introduction right now.
The mason jar in my bathroom was what I had been using for the past couple nights to drink water out of. Despite my mother having all of these nice glasses and cups in the house, I for whatever reason, decided to use this random mason jar that I still to this day, don’t know how it got in our house. *cue spooky music*
While the using of this jar may have intentionally been just another menial action in life, I think it actually says a lot about me and who I am as a person. I really prefer to do things my way, despite if I am willing to admit that or not. Even my parents will tell me that as a kid, I was the “opposite child.” Yes, this has, and still does get me into the occasional pickle, but it also is kind of liberating. It is also kind of like the mason jar. A mason jar is an unlabeled, blank glass that is used to bottle creations of all sorts. A person has free range to create and put whatever they please into the jar to either keep, share, or sell
So, consider this blog my mason jar of thoughts, opinions, and ideas; prepared my way and aged like a fine wine. Just kidding, I’m only 20 years old, but make what you will of that.
There you have it. My life as told by metaphor. (I tend to do that a lot). It is said that the world is an oyster, but okay, let’s face it: even though oysters are super delicious, all you really get is a teensie weensie slab of meat that resembles part of my large intestine, and, occasionally a pearl. With that, I shall declare the world as not my oyster, but my mason jar, and I will create things rightfully so.
Feel free to comment and submit ingredients and ideas for me to cultivate. In the meantime, unscrew the cap, and take a sip of my house brewed, mason jar jargon.