Book of Face: Ch. 5, Verses 30-33
“It’s not who you are that holds you back, it’s who you think you’re not.”
Eggs may just be one of my favourite foods. Delicious, easy to prepare, loaded with protein, amino acids, B vitamins, Choline, vitamin D, and tasty cholesterol. Sometimes I think about becoming a vegetarian (or possibly vegan), but I just don’t know if I can give up my eggs.
Most mornings, when I don’t have to work, I get up and make myself some eggs and toast, or sometimes an egg sandwich (mmm… egg sandwich). I put a little margarine in the frying pan and crack a few eggs in there. I usually shoot for over easy or medium, depending on how I plan to eat them. To achieve this I have to cook them for a bit on one side then flip them over. This is where difficulties can arise (and it’s the reason for writing this).
My usual method for flipping them was to use a spatula. The problem is that it can be hard to get underneath them, and as I try to flip them they break apart, or end up folded over. Curses!
There’s gotta be a better way to do this…
I was mulling this over the other day while watching my eggs cook. I grabbed the handle of the frying pan, moved it back and forth. The eggs moved freely in the pan (thanks to the margarine). Hmmm…
I wonder if I just flipped them without the spatula. If I just flip them like a professional chef might. One quick motion.
I guess it’s worth a try. What’s the worst that could happen?
I could end up with egg on my face (Bazinga! Pun intended!).
Or just all over the stove. Not so bad, I could just crack a couple new ones and start over in that case.
Might as well give it a shot.
I slide the eggs back and forth in the pan a couple times, getting a feel for their movement.
I can do this.
Back and forth, take a breath, back and forth, ok, here goes.
As the moment to flip them arrives I am gripped by the fear of losing my precious eggs.
I falter. The eggs only rise about half-way up the side of the pan. As I make the motion to flip them they fold over on themselves. Curses!
Apparently I suck. I was never cut out to be a chef.
I eat my eggs and try to forget it ever happened.
A couple days pass.
I have a morning to myself.
Mmmm… Eggs. I could really go for some eggs.
Frying pan… check
I’m frying my eggs.
The moment to flip them is fast approaching.
I’m ready with spatula in hand, having given up on my ability to work without it.
A thought strikes me.
“If at first you don’t succeed, then try, try again.”
What’s the worst that could happen?
I could screw up and end up with half flipped eggs. Not so bad really.
Alright, let’s give this a shot.
I lay my spatula aside.
I adjust my stance.
The eggs are sliding freely in the pan.
Conditions look good.
Deep breath now.
I realize something in this moment.
What caused my previous failure.
It’s not that I suck.
It’s that I doubted myself.
In that moment just before flipping, I saw myself screwing up, and low and behold, I did.
The bane of my existence.
Coming back to haunt me.
After everything I’ve seen and all I’ve realized, he’s still hiding in the wings, ready to jump out and tear me down.
Not this time my nemesis, not this time.
I know the poison that he uses to pollute my thoughts, making me turn against myself. Making me doubt my abilities.
Not this time!
I grab that frying pan.
Back, forth, toss.
The eggs are airborne.
The world slows…
I’m watching their flightpath.
Watching them go end over end.
My hand moves, almost of it’s own volition.
Down the eggs come.
As time returns to normal, I’m staring at a frying pan.
A frying pan with 3 perfect eggs sitting in it.
Perfectly flipped, cooking on their undersides.
Hot damn! Those are gonna be some good eggs.
I lay them upon my toast.
I marvel at the sight.
Then I devour them.
Mmmm… delicious, delicious, eggs. 🙂
Namaste, and may you always believe in yourself.
“Believe in yourself! Have faith in your abilities! Without a humble but reasonable confidence in your own powers you cannot be successful or happy.”
– Norman Vincent Peale
“Whether you think you can or think you can’t, you’re right. ”
– Henry Ford