Make Scrambled Eggs

The other morning, I opened the refrigerator door and a brand-new carton of eggs fell to the floor. I looked down at the oozing mess running onto the floor and thought, “Hmmm. I guess I’ll make scrambled eggs this morning.” (The eggs were contained in the carton.)

I make scrambled eggs with fresh veggies on a regular basis, so this wasn’t really a big deal. But, it did catch me by surprise. And, six of the 12 were broken, aka a lot of scrambled eggs!

Here’s the thing, I didn’t get upset. I made lemonade or in this case, scrambled eggs. How often do we have broken dreams, hopes and plans? Do we dwell on the pain of loss? Do we look at how the crack can be made beautiful?

I think of the Japanese tradition of Kintsugi. Instead of throwing away broken pottery, they glue the fragments back together with tree sap and adorn it with gold. The cracks are celebrated. The pottery is made more beautiful by the cracks.

In life, we can celebrate the cracks or we can focus on the negative. For the recovering perfectionist in me, this was a hard lesson to learn. Splitting your head wide open and having a brain vacation for nearly two years will snap you out of that way of thinking. Now, I celebrate the cracks. I am grateful, yes grateful, that I was in that accident. I would not be doing this blog. I would not be coaching women. I would not be holding monthly Moxie Mixers and Moxie Workshops. I would not be launching my course, “Reclaim Your Moxie” if it weren’t for my cracked-open head.

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