🫖 This Cup Is Dirty — And So Is My Brain

You know that one cup?

The one you rinse and reuse because you're too tired to wash it properly — but also too loyal to throw it in the sink?

Yeah. That one.

Well, I realized recently: my brain has become that cup.

It looks clean enough from far away. Still holds ideas. Still functions.
But up close?
There’s emotional residue in every sip.

☕ When Your Mind Starts Tasting Like Old Tea

I’ve been pouring new thoughts, new plans, and new insights into the same tired cup — without rinsing out the old ones.
There are to-do lists I never finished. Journals I never reread.
Podcasts, posts, and self-help tips that I “saved for later” but never questioned if I even needed.

And I kept sipping.

Until everything started to taste… off.

🧠 A Full Cup Isn’t the Goal

We live in a world that romanticizes being full.

A full life.
A full schedule.
A full vision board.

But sometimes the smartest thing you can do is empty it all out and start again — with awareness.
Because you’re not failing.
You’re just trying to build a new life with the leftover tea bags of five past versions of yourself.

And that’s exhausting.

💡 So I Made a Thing

I made a worksheet.
Not the usual kind with pastel affirmations and ten-step healing goals.
This one’s honest.
It’s called “This Cup Is Dirty.”

It’s a printable you can download, scribble on, laugh with, and — maybe — pour a bit of clarity into your day.

It won’t fix your whole life.
But it might help you notice what you’re drinking from.

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Or a fancier cup.
Sometimes, you just need a moment at the sink.

To pause.
To rinse.
To say, “I’m not pouring anything new in here until I clear out what’s already floating around.”

Let this worksheet be a soft invitation to do that — with humor, with grace, and with a tiny bit of rebellion.

Because life’s too short for bitter tea.

Nana Bakloo

Stanford registered nutritionist, positive psychology coach and author of several books, as well as: manifesting Joy and Beyond the Now

https://nahidbakloo.com
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