In a normal state of mess, I would try my hardest to fix things and people. Over the past week, my mind, body, soul, and discernment urged me to let things be. It seems like, over the past week, my mindset has changed. My embracement of peace is so divine. I can't think of an eclectic way of explaining it. Some of it hurt, but the rest I am in love with.
My focus on things that were on the backburner has now been pulled to the front, and those things that I had been eyeing its completing cooking progression have directly been placed on the warming spot on the stove. I truly learned that no response is a response.
What was so crazy is that as I was cooking breakfast this morning, I had a revelation. I cooked a turkey and cheese omelet with some turkey sausage. The means of preparation for this meal took a lot to get the finished product. I first sautéed some chopped onions, bell peppers, and mushrooms. I usually tear a piece of wax paper and chop my veggies on my cutting board. After chopping my veggies and my turkey meat, the way wax paper was torn and soggy; I could no longer use it after a few flips. There was nothing unused that you could use.This confirmed that some things, some people, some places could no longer serve a purpose in my life because of their state, so I needed to discard them.
I tossed in 3 turkey sausage links as my veggies were sautéing. It didn't take long; I removed the sausage and placed it on a plate.
My next focus was to cook my eggs: my country, ghetto bougie self, only uses free-range brown eggs at this point in my life. I handled the eggs with delicacy. Knowing that the egg's shell is delicate, I have to crack it to get the desired content, but I have to make sure that it isn't exposed before being ready. Seeing the yokes of the eggs in the bowl reminded me of the delicate nature in which we have to handle life's situations. When we open up to specific people or see them for who they are, we don't know what's inside waiting to come out and when it does, how do we cook or handle it?
Finally, I completed the omelet by adding my remaining ingredients. Before I plated the omelet, I threw those three pieces of turkey sausage back on the burner. I needed to reheat it, I know it was warm, but I wanted it hot. This reminded me of revisiting things that I started in the past that I needed to finish while the fire was burning.
This meal was actually for Keith. I returned to the stove and decided that I wanted just a scrambled egg for myself. The frying pan was still greased with olive oil. The burner was still warm. I cracked the egg in the corner of the pan, where a nice pocket of oil was. I didn't turn it back on the burner. The egg cooked just fine without the extra heat and any other additions. Symbolic of often our need as humans to just let things be is evident. Everything that we need is there. The egg may not have cooked as fast as it would have, had I turned on the heat, but it cooked.
I write this as I take the last fork full of my scrambled egg. For those struggling with life, the conditions in which we conquer life don't matter. It's ultimately the finished product that does—prayers for your journey in life. I am ready for mine.
#agirlworthfightingfor #scrambled
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