How Peanut Butter Fixed Me
How Peanut Butter Fixed Me
How Peanut Butter Fixed Me
How Peanut Butter Fixed Me
How Peanut Butter Fixed Me
Nothing taught me discipline quite like a peanut butter jar. Simply nothing. It’s cheap as peanuts, it’s a quick fix, and it’s so beautifully straightforward. Skippy ticks too many boxes. THEY MADE IT TOO EASY. No commitment cost me nearly the amount of self-control it takes to close a lid on a Skippy jar and call it a day.

How could I? He cradled me during confusion and carried me through my late 20s. Skippy asked nothing in return, though took the priciest thing of them all – my independence. I found myself needing his love and comfort, in a somewhat anxious attachment kind of way.

To me, Skippy stands for ‘skipping dinner,’ and that’s where it gets tricky. This is where the “No, you hang up” talk takes place. And let me tell you, ‘hanging up’ on him is not an easy task. Not calling Skippy in at all is an easier thing to do.

I, however, refuse to live without Skippy. It’s a relationship worth working for.

I’m not saying peanut butter fixed me. Better. It pushed me to fix me. Sharing life with Skippy made me face myself and walk places I earlier didn’t dare to go. Skippy made me a person I am today.

And that’s why nothing taught me discipline quite like a peanut butter jar.

Thank you.
How Peanut Butter Fixed Me, 2025
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How Peanut Butter Fixed Me