My grandmother remains a big part of my stories. Not just the ones I tell, but the
ones I live. She had this honey jar – beautiful, sacred, completely off-limits to my
childhood games. It wasn’t the honey’s sweetness that made it precious, though I
loved that too. It was how that jar demanded respect simply by being what it was.
Now, decades later, I often think about that honey jar and the profound lesson
my grandmother silently taught me: Honor isn’t earned through struggle; it’s
claimed through how you carry yourself.
You see, that jar wasn’t protected because it was fragile. It was protected because
the content it carried was valuable. And here’s the truth that’s taken me years to
fully understand – you, too, are not protected because you’re fragile. You’re
protected because you’re precious, you carry gold!
But somewhere along the way, we forgot this. We forgot that like that honey jar,
we too can command reverence simply by knowing our worth.
Think about it. When was the last time you taught people how to treat you?
When did you last stand in your power, not with clenched fists, but with
confidence in your identity?
This thing about ‘teaching the world how to carry you’ is, its also about self-
governance. The ability to lead yourself. It’s about those small, daily moments
when you choose to honor your word to yourself.
No ma, It’s not about building walls. It’s about knowing your sweetness and
understanding that not everyone gets unlimited access to it.
No sir, it’s not a power fight, It’s about standing in truth and letting that truth
radiate so clearly that the world has no choice but to respond accordingly.
Just like that honey jar had its place, its purpose, its protocol:
- Some people get to see it from afar
- Some get to taste its sweetness
- Some need to admire it from a distance
- But no one gets to play games with it
You are the keeper of your own honey jar. Your boundaries aren’t barriers;
they’re invitations to others to rise to the level of respect you’ve set for yourself.
Today, I want you to ask yourself:
Are you teaching the world to carry you gently?
Are you showing others how to honor your essence?
Are you holding your own creative space?
Because here’s what my grandmother knew – when you carry yourself like golden
drops, like precious nectar, like a cure for thirst, the world learns to treat you that
way. Not because you demanded it, but because you embodied it.
Your honor is not about being untouchable.
It’s not about being rigid.
It’s about being so clear in your worth that others feel privileged to respect it.
Let them see your sweetness.
Let them honor your boundaries.
Let them learn that you, like that honey jar, are both accessible and sacred.
Both loving and protected.
Both generous and governed.
The world will learn to carry you the way you carry yourself.
