This morning started like most – after feeding the dogs, I began the task of feeding myself. My go-to of late usually consists of a fried egg or two served open face on a piece of toast with some sort of meat. Ham is a favorite, but today that was in short supply so turkey sausage links stepped in as the understudy (or under the piece of cheese at least).
Having lived in the Land of Enchantment now for nearly 6 years, I have also grown very accustomed to including some sort of chile with my eggs. Again being in short supply in the house (reminder: pick up chile!), I reached for my trusty jar o’ locally made salsa to step in alongside the turkey sausage, only to see some “suspect” pieces floating near the top. Not wanting to risk it, the jar was tossed and I made do with cracked black pepper. Of course, just now I’m wondering why I didn’t remember the sricacha that would have been completely acceptable.
Enter the judge-y mind. Why didn’t I remember the sricacha? Why haven’t I restocked the chile supply in the pantry? Why am I obsessing about my breakfast?
Seeing as how it’s the start of a new year, perhaps it’s a subconscious hangover from the “inspirational” articles I’ve been reading the past few days. You know the ones….don’t make resolutions, set intentions instead. The one that has had the biggest impact so far was 7 Strange Questions That Help You Find Your Life’s Purpose, particularly the one about “How can you better embarrass yourself?”
As I’ve gotten older, I have started to notice that I tend to be very “careful” about how I present things. From the way I act, sing, dress, and especially write is becoming more cautious as if I’m protecting myself from embarrassing myself. And now I read something that sets that on its edge and says to actually look for opportunities to make of fool of myself. Well, not necessarily making a fool of myself on purpose. But more going with the flow/mood and just throwing it out there.
And so that begins with this post. I’ve been struggling to get back into the flow of posting here, mostly because I feel like I’ve nothing of importance to share. But Seth Godin puts it out there that “the reason it’s so difficult to improve is that it requires you to acknowledge that your original plan wasn’t perfect” which makes me acknowledge that any writing is better than NO writing. So here I am.
Thankfully, with no egg on my face from breakfast. Or for putting this out there for anyone to see.