Reflections From The Kitchen Sink on a Cinnamon Roll

Cinnamon Roll Thoughts

“Et tu, Brute?” I asked.

Who cares I was talking to a cinnamon roll? It let me down.

The one thing on this earth I thought I could count on, and look!

Okay, so that’s a little over the top with the drama, but I think we all have gone down that road a time or ten in life.

I had awoken with mascara stains on my pillow. My head was cluttered. I had no one to talk to. The Dough Boy was supposed to save me in my moment of despair, but I couldn’t even make that happen. I forgot to set the timer, and my foggy brain just wasn’t on top of things. By the time I smelled the charring, it was too late.

Out of sheer desperation, I ate most of a burnt pastry. I had to try. It is crazy how far we can push ourselves when we are in a low spot.

Truth is though, the issue that brought this moment of pity really wasn’t all that bad. If you’ve experienced real tragedy, a little life hiccup is just that: a hiccup. The further we step out of the tragedy though, the more we can fall victim to our society’s egocentric view of life, but it only takes a flash in our minds to remember how small other “tragedies” really are.

What captured me when I was trying to go to sleep was probably even really not a big deal. I’m actually typing this while simultaneously playing out a couple of innocent scenarios in my head that are probably closer to the reality of the situation than my weak and exhausted heart and mind allowed myself to see late last night.

I just needed to let things settle down a little and get to the sink this morning to have the flip side of the coin reveal itself. The coin will finally hit the ground and lay flat allowing me to know for sure, but until then, I mustn’t allow myself to get twisted.

The lesson here comes in the fact is that the only actually venting I’ve done since 11 p.m. last night was in my mind and to the Dough Boy. I didn’t call in the Melinda’s ref crew to review the play and consult me through the moment. The color analysts didn’t slow-mo multiple times drawing arrows and speculating. I just teared up a bit and came to the sink, poured my coffee, and settled in to reflect.

We live in a drama-crazed world. People can’t wait for even the slightest ripple to jump in the lifeboat and start paddling frantically. The problem is that oftentimes we will have four or five lifeboats circling us like sharks. These people supposedly rescuing us in the boats have life jackets on and water for one, but you better believe they have no intention to share either.

Just stay on the big ship.

Don’t be walking the plank and jumping in the midst of the non-life lifeboats. You might just find out that the Mighty Mend It really did fix the little hole in the side of the ship or that there wasn’t even a hole…someone just spilled some water.

I will say that gnawing the top off the blackened cinnamon roll was hardly as palatable as biting through the typical warm piece of love the PDB usually provides, but it gave me enough sustenance to get through the moment.

…and now I will wait to see how this all plays out. I’m not a swimmer, so this girl is staying behind the rail and not even looking over the edge right now.

I guess my entertainment while I wait for my answer will be scraping the remains of yuck off this old pan. I’ve got a story about this pan, too, I will share at a later date.

Until next time…oh, and don’t forget to set your oven timer if you’re baking this morning ?

#reflectionsfromkhetitchensink

(Personally, I agree with someone who said the cinnamon roll looked like a muddy hurricane…I think I’ve been watching the weather channel too much.)

This post was written by Melinda Campbell:

Bio: Melinda Campbell is a retired educator who currently focuses her efforts on raising her two teenaged boys, advocating for individuals with special needs and against drunk driving, and serving in her local community. Melinda has been gaining recognition for her writings labeled “Reflections from my Kitchen Sink” since the tragic death of her husband Michael in 2015. In her stories, she shares observations from her daily life including moments she has as a solo parent, a widow, and a woman who battles significant health issues including fibromyalgia and depression. Her goal is to encourage others through the experiences that are common to so many. Her practical approach to life’s obstacles has become a weekly mainstay for her readers from across the country.

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