I was reaching on to a high shelf to get a pan when I managed to dislodge a whole logjam of kitchen miscellany upon my head. Thankfully, the things that rained down were of the Tupperware variety and didn’t do any damage. But boy the wrathful thoughts they inspired.
The next time someone offers you a free water bottle, for the love of all that’s holy, say no!
I’m a vegetarian with a dusty salad spinner. REALLY?
Why do I have a cake storing thing? I’m not the kind of person who bakes cakes!
That stopped me cold. Not the cake storing thing (I have no idea how that found its way into my house), but the “I’m not the kind of person who bakes cakes.”
I’m not the kind of person who… That’s a really powerful thing to say. Today someone commented on the big lottery jackpot and I said “I have never bought a lottery ticket and I never will.”
Words like that are an incantation. There’s a sort of magic to them because they can change your life.
I’m not the kind of person who…
…readily joins committees.
…dances in public.
While I’m happy not to be a shoplifter or a person who cheats on my taxes, I struggle with the dancing and the flirting. I want to be that person, but somewhere along the way, I started saying I’m not. And so it is.
I’m going to be more careful with my “I am” or “I am not” statements. It’s good to draw boundaries. Some lines should not be crossed. But I’m not ready to be a person who doesn’t bake cakes. I may not bake them often, or with any particular skill, but I’m not crossing them off the list just yet.
Photo via iPhone with some jazzy Instragram filters added. Cake by me with a little help from Betty Crocker.