🎶 You gotta know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em, know when to walk away, know when to run 🎶 Kenny Rogers
That ice cream I was making? Failure. The egg yolks curdled, and it was a mess. I tried to churn it anyway, and the machine wouldn’t cooperate—I had ice cream around the edges of eggy goo, and had to wait for it all to thaw before I could remove the clapper. Sigh.
What’s an aspiring Ice Cream Goddess to do but go buy some! Store-bought will hold me until I get the ingredients for another try. This time I’ll temper more carefully—and I’ll use a different recipe as well. I'll take my time, and I’ll put all of my attention into what I’m doing. And I might fail again. That’s okay, if I’m enjoying the process. If I’m not, then I won’t do that anymore. Easy!
Sometimes, though, in spite of myself, I’ll do it again. The Magic Eight Ball says “I wouldn’t”, and I say, “But I would”. The recipe just has to work this time! I’ll make just the right tweaks, and all will be well. Maybe, maybe not.
I live my life in a series of attempts. There are more successes than not, and I am learning to find that fine balance between expectation and reality. I’m very grateful for the opportunities I have to try, and try again.
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