Kirk Franklin weaves this sentiment throughout his beautiful psalm, Hello, Fear. It’s a great farewell to one’s past. I heard it yesterday after attending a webinar offered by the Conscious Consortium, a community of people committed to changing business as we know it. Giving myself permission to be who I am and was meant to be, in the company of like-minded travelers, changed my perspective at once. For example, the simplest act of making breakfast was turned into a victory.
I was making a frittata. I had chopped the potatoes, onions, red pepper and put the three eggs through the bullet to make them fluffy. Using a new oil-free fry pan, I was browning one side of the omelette before turning it over. I remembered that I had seen chefs in New Orleans flip their omelettes high into the air and catch them in the same pan over a blazing fire. I had done the same in the past, perhaps with a little less showmanship, but I had succeeded. It’d been years since I been in the kitchen though, and I wasn’t certain I still had it. Hearing the self limitation, I decided to go for it. After all, what did I have to lose? I cleared a space on the counter wiped it off in case it fell I decided I didn’t want to clean up the stove if that were to be and I didn’t want to have to get on my knees if it were to fall on the floor so I flipped it over the dishwasher counter. But flip it I did – and caught it – no fuss, no muss.
I’m beginning to believe that much of life can be just this way. We can give ourselves permission to soar. We can give ourselves permission to know that we know what we know. We can dare to shine privately and in public. So, next challenge: I’m writing a novel this month. What miracles are you up to?