Have you ever caught yourself making the same mistake over and over?
I sniffed the air smelling something plasticy burning and wondering why I was being surrounded by a cloud of smoke. What were my neighbours up to now? Then it hit me… right, I’m cooking a frozen meat pie. Normally I like mine fresh and while I’m sitting in a pub in England, but this one’s from a local butcher, chunky and if I close my eyes I can hear the hustle and bustle of London streets; so it’s an acceptable substitute.
I threw open my oven frantically waving my arms about attempting to save my eyes from the billowing smoke all the while wondering what had gone wrong? I did an instant replay in my head commentator style:
What a perfect day for a hearty meat pie! With a confident ‘ding’ from the oven indicating that it has reached the perfect temperature, Lori is on it! She skillfully tears off the perfect length of wax paper to cover her bold choice of cookie sheet, unwraps the perfectly frozen pie and with an experienced hand, perfectly centres the pie in the middle of the oven rack. Oven closed, timer on and the crowd goes wild!
Wait. Did he just say WAX PAPER? As the palm of my hand meets my forehead all I can think is, “not again!” Why is it every time I want parchment paper I end up picking up and using the wax paper? This is the third time I’ve done this over the past couple of months. I’m not sure how I did it, after all, they serve completely different functions, feel dramatically different and the word wax is in big bold letters on the box!
Grateful I had a sister to the ruined pie in my freezer, I started over laughing at myself and paying much closer attention to what I was doing.
This is my life… when I don’t pay attention the first time a lesson is bound to repeat itself. There used to be a time when I would fixate on my mistakes, and focus on my imperfections, but now, instead of being frustrated and beating myself up that sometimes I have to learn the same lesson repeatedly, I count myself lucky that life never has a problem giving me a do-over. And that is what each morning is, a wonderful new chance to give it all another try.