(This dude makes it look like a piece of cake. )
I try it. I make a mess. I psych myself out. I get nervous. My heart starts racing, I am both stressed and a little edgy.
But since that first attempt, I've been committed. I am eating more eggs so I can practice.
I have now successfully flipped an egg. Twice.
I've realized that there is a moment every time I flip where I have to turn off my doubt and fear, and go all in. I have to put in the extra umph, and then trust that I've given it enough.
I have to believe I am going to actually flip that silly egg. The times I question my ability, (the hold of the pan in my hand, the amount of butter in the bottom, or if the egg is ready to flip,) inevitably, I mess it up.
Fear and doubt. They are there. In many parts of our life, and especially in birth and parenthood. But there too we have to walk up to that big scary thing (eggs, or labor) nod hello, then just keep going. Do it.
Our bodies are amazing, in that if a fear is real (a bear chasing you) or perceived (being startled as a joke), we respond the same way with a flood of adrenaline. Our bodies is prepped to save our life, but is that necessary for flipping an egg?! Seems a little over dramatic. C'mon! So...
Feel the fear. Then do it anyway.
Everything you want is on the other side of fear. Breakfast or something so much, much bigger.
When have you felt that buzz of fear? How did you react? What helped you through it?
Authored by A Swift Doula