Poached eggs

Good morning

Or Good evening. That all depends on when you’re reading this and when I likely will publish it, doesn’t it? Currently I’m savoring the most perfect poached egg, which never happens so one MUST cherish the moment. I’m soaking up the vibrant golden yolk with a Croatian milk bread I made last night. I made the bread vegan, something I’ve been experimenting with in the kitchen, so far, 2 for 2 receipes. My Irish black tea cools slowly to my right, far away from this keyboard, the monitor, and any other electronic device, because I KNOW myself.

I felt moved to write this morning while I sat on my not so comfortable, impulse buy, velvet emerald green sofa; texting pictures of my Christmas decorations to my mom; as one does on a weekday morning in the Florida winter. Per usual, my holiday decor leans always to the kindergarten trainee to her decor Master General. I do love these small moments with her all the more though.

In actuality, those small moments are what I crave the most these days. That’s how I find myself searching for pockets of happiness in this shit storm of 2020, in the small moments. Waiting for my black tea to brew. Working through the NY times mini crossword puzzle with my husband (although that ended after a few months when he realized he could do them in seconds without me, so he does the larger ones solo and saves the mini’s for me.. I like to think). Watering my plants and calling them by their names, they can hear everything you know. Baking breads- yes I was a part of the 2020 corona bread baking group, and proud of it! Remembering that exercise is free on Youtube and OUTDOORS! Well, eating all the bread was a good reminder of that too… And of course, poaching the most perfect poached egg- finally!

All these little things have helped me to stay positive, get back to a corner of peace when I needed it, and feel somewhat normal in a year that came out of NOWHERE. We all had so many plans, goals, and aspirations for 2020, and I begrudgingly wallowed in the misery of what wouldn’t come to be, for most of the year. Like most people I imagine, or maybe I need to meet more people? Either way, it was a powerful storm of sadness and “woe is me” despite the periodical Instagram post of a child beating cancer, or a puppy barking at the window to see their Human coming home. Or the other end of watching the news declaring another series of thousands of lives lost due to coronavirus, war, being Black, Brown or Gay. It has been EXHAUSTING to watch, to be a part of, to feel the anguish and pain and hope that it never happens to you or your loved ones.

Thankfully I woke TF up, literally and mentally, and stopped starting the day with the news, social media, and instead filled my time with self-improvement and self-care. Because if I am a better me, then I can be better for the world! And all we really want to do is help each other, right? So we can all make our world a better place? You know the vibes…

So I opened up an empowering book (thank you to my beautiful soul of a friend for sending it to me), I scribbled away my barely formed thoughts into my journal, sipped away at my scalding hot tea (because you DO NOT drink tea lukewarm unless you are a maniac like my husband), listened to soft music (especially people I know personally- support your creative friends!), and most surprisingly, began meditating.

Sitting in silence had never been a viable option for finding inner peace for me. I always thought I needed a flight, a new cuisine, friends and laughter, wine, lots of wine, and cheese, to be in my most perfect happiest of moments. But this year forced me/us to learn how to live momentarily without our people, without our flight escapes, without…many things that I’m now realizing I naively took for granted.

Those comforts said, Girl Bye, and forced me to find inner peace and happiness, truly, inward.

That was hard- really hard.

But I found it, I found her, and have never felt more empowered by the strength I can radiate from within. And I’ve never felt more humbled and grateful for all that I ALREADY DO HAVE, and forgot to be continuously appreciative of.

So, what is the point of this article anyways? Why did I sit down this morning (yes, it is a good morning) and excitedly type away as my beautiful yolky poached egg quickly cooled and congealed. Well, I’m not entirely sure actually, as I only just started typing away, without any goal or end point in sight.

Wait- now I see it.

That’s the point, actually. To write for the sake of writing. For the peace and freedom that comes when watching my jumbled thoughts exploding out on a screen. The point was for me to feel free. I hope you do too. Hopefully I mildly entertained you at the same time. 🙂 If I didn’t, then know at least, that someone you know, knows how to poach an egg. You are now instantly elevated in life- you’re welcome.

Have a most beautiful day, whenever and wherever you are.

P.s. Shockingly I did not take a photo of said poached egg. I wanted to be in the moment and did not grab my phone. I am mildly regretting this decision… only a little. So for your patience in reading I give you this older snippet of some kind of okay poached eggs!