It's been almost a year since I have made poached eggs. If you remember last December my eggs got stuck in the pan--my poached eggs. http://sailinginthewaves.blogspot.com/2015/12/my-eggs-are-stuck-inside-pan.html I did get new pans and I love them, but I haven't made poached eggs since that day. But today I felt the need to be a little brave and make my eggs again.
Thankfully my eggs didn't get stuck in the pan. I got to enjoy this amazing breakfast. (ps I put cinnamon, pinch of sugar and a pinch of salt on my eggs before I pour the water in and cover the pan with the lid, it tastes AMAZING!)
As I sat down and ate them, I felt proud of myself for making my eggs poached. I did have fear that my eggs were going to get stuck in the pan (even though my lid was way too big for the pan making it impossible to create that seal again)
I kept thinking about the day my eggs got stuck. About how empty and hopeless I felt about a pretty minor kitchen incident. I don't think about Skip much anymore. I don't have any hope about that relationship anymore. I don't have much hope that I will ever be in a romantic relationship anymore. I want the hallmark movie romance. Where I go from strangers to pure amazing love in an hour and a half.
But even though the things I use to wish and want now seem gone. I am overall okay. Far from perfect but okay.
The last 2 weeks have been good for me. I feel like I have a handle on my job. I feel like my emotions are way more close to being intact than they have been for a long time. I feel less anxiety today than I normally do.
I still haven't grown or really pursued to grow deeper with the Lord. But, I feel like I am getting ready for it. I doesn't seem as scary as it did 2 weeks ago.
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