Self-Identity Is A Mug’s Game

I can’t help wondering if I’m beginning to define myself by my crockery…

I scored a new mug for my birthday.

Crazy Mug

I’ve decided this is going to be my motto for my forty-mumblemumbleth year. The last year was all about Oxfam Trailwalker, the blog and Unexpected Drawings. Okay, so maybe it was my motto last year, but this time it’s intentional.

Quite a number of new mugs have come my way in the past year and many of them from friends or family who seem to think I need a boost in a certain direction. I guess if you spend much of your time questioning who you are and what you should be doing, it has that effect on people. Like the one I wrote about a little while ago. Still working on that one. Obviously.

Here’s the full collection of my best ones.

Mug's Game

I think it shows that I am not only a Jack of All Trades but a Jack of All Mugs. Or, possibly, a Mug of All Mugs.

There’s Creative Me, Frustrated Me, Geek Me, Crazy Me and Doubtful Me. Someone has tried to coax out Girly Me but I’m not sure she even exists. Only one of those did I buy myself. It’s the Oxfam Shop Fair Trade mug. That’s Humanitarian Me. She tends to make the others uncomfortable about spending money unless it’s going to do some good in the world.

I think it also shows that my friends and family don’t know what I am either.

But you know what? I’m okay with that. I mean, look at all the cool mugs I get to drink from – one for every occasion, mood or mania.

This post was actually inspired by Trent over at Trent’s World. He has been teasing me with his Beatles mug collection over coffee. I’m yet to see the whole album collection but I am insanely jealous. I only have one Beatles mug:

White Album Mug

 

 

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