today was a lazy day. not much more than going to the gym, taking the recycling and making a mess in the kitchen was accomplished. it was glorious.
before i went to the gym, i had eaten an apple (because a piece of fruit is apparently a good pre-running snack), but 45min on the elliptical later, i was famished. as soon as i got home, i ransacked the fridge, pulling out an egg, whole wheat slider bun, and left over roasted red pepper; a breakfast sandwich of champions. i heated my skillet, melted some butter and broke my egg… i watched as it cooked and with all the post exercise endorphins pumping full force, i decided to be brave and flip it ala chef style. pumped up and promising myself it would be ok if i failed miserably by telling myself “there are more eggs in the fridge, you have plenty of paper towels to clean up. just do it.” so i did.
i had failed and made a huge mess. but it was ok. as i had reminded myself, i had more eggs in the fridge. i ignored the mess, re-buttered my skillet, grabbed another egg and with a full force of confidence, flipped my second egg. the result was an almost perfect fried egg that i was incredibly proud of.
my breakfast was tasty as it was, but with the enorphins and post flipping confidence, it tasted even better.
as silly as it may seem, i am extremely proud of myself for being brave and attempting something i have never attempted before. and i have to admit, i am looking forward to making more eggs over messy.ala, faith