I am horrible at making omelettes. They start out fine but what ends up on the plate is more of a glorified scrambled thing. There is this delicate moment in the middle of the process when everything falls apart leaving me with egg-mush. It’s all about the transition if you want a prefect omelette; opening my eyes to what a challenge transitions can be. Life is full of transitions and changes; takes patience and care to navigate through them. I am in that “post-Bethany-pre-whatever-I-am-going-to-do-with-my-life”. The future is unknown. What ever it holds I doubt it what I expect. I might end up with egg-mush.
My Cousin Bill’s advice is: “Put a little butter in the pan, it helps the omelette to stop sticking and flip over better. And a sturdy spatula”