So if you’ve been following along, my mini-vacation from work starts tomorrow. I have fudged a bit and sort of started it today. Both bosses are gone and I have the office to myself. I’ve got my XM going on the computer and it’s cranked up loud and I’m having a great time getting some last minute things organized so I don’t have to worry about them.
Everyone knows from the parking lot when my bosses aren’t here and they come up and talk to me (if I’m not busy I really enjoy it!) when I’m by myself. I get to catch up on everyone and how work is going outside of my cubicle.
Today, someone came to my office and said he was going to a pancake breakfast fund raiser and asked if I wanted him to bring me a plate back to work. I thought (I wish I could say I thought long and hard), and I thought, “I have not had pancakes in a long time!” and I told him yes. You guys, he brought me three lovely fluffy pancakes with bacon AND sausage and plenty of butter and syrup. OMG! I was in heaven! What a perfect way to get my vacation started!
I started thinking about what was so special about pancakes and I quickly went back in time when I was young and living at home. I don’t have a lot of fond memories of my father but him standing in the kitchen making pancakes is definitely a fond memory.
My father was in the Air Force for 20 years and in that time he was away from us a lot and he learned to cook for himself and he could fix a mean breakfast. What was so great about his pancakes was you never knew what he was going to put in them. He did the traditional pancakes and sometimes he would add blueberries or pecans but my favorite were his vanilla or maple pancakes and sometimes his peanut butter pancakes. I would wait at the table for my pancakes and he would serve me mine and then sit down with me to eat his. Good memories!
So back to the pancakes in general…this morning I realized I placed a lot of importance on the fact that I “hadn’t had pancakes in so long” and you know what that sounds like to me? “I’ve been so good not to have fattening pancakes.” Or “Do I deserve to eat pancakes?” Or even “It’s a special time, the beginning of my vacation, so I’ll have pancakes to celebrate.”
Why do I base my goodness on what I do or don’t eat? Why do I think I don’t deserve pancakes? Why do I have to wait for celebratory times to eat the foods I like? SKEWED THINKING! FORTY-SOMETHING YEARS OF SKEWED THINKING! So I haven’t got my new acceptance thinking down pat yet but I’m catching myself more and more along the way. It may take me a while but I’m on the right road.
Again I say, “Thank God for pancakes!”