I hate to break it to you, but this phrase undeniably belonged to me long before Olivia Pope. Though it’s only two words, this phrase in essence entirely describes my attitude and approach to any and all situations.
Perhaps it is my only child independence or my relentless motivation to do more and to be more, but I am a perfectionist. I have long avoided acceptance of this label, but nonetheless, it is who I am.
And, yeah, it is a positive trait — one that has driven me above and beyond my comfort zone and guided me to a few incredible opportunities all before my 22nd birthday. But as wonderful as all that is, my desire for flawless completion of my goals occasionally blinds me from realizing the beauty in the unexpected and the importance of the day to day journey.
So this week, my appetite for perfection (and waffles) a made a messy (but crazy delicious) breakfast and innovated my usual run — handling the unforeseen while taking time to appreciate the imperfection.
Or basically, Scandal returns this week — making me realize I will never be as perfect as Oliva Pope. And well, that’s all right, too.
WHAT I ATE:
We all handle stress differently. Some read for pleasure. Others go for a long walk.
I cook and take pictures.
So this week, after a a few stressful exams and assignments, I meticulously stalked Pinterest, gathered some culinary inspiration, and woke early to create a beautiful [and delish] breakfast — apple spiced blackberry banana waffles.
what you need:
- 1 ripe banana
- 1 egg
- baking powder
- all spice
make it delicious:
- Combine mashed banana + egg + cinnamon + spice + dash of baking powder in a bowl — mix it up.
- Throw onto a waffled maker under golden brown
- Stack em + top em + drizzle em
Allow me to paint a picture for you. 6am. Alone in my kitchen. COVERED in waffle batter in the form of mashed bananas and eggs.
And yet, smiling like a waffled crazed psychopath because no matter the end result, I was able to forget my worries by creating + capturing + (most importantly) consuming this healthy + delicious morning mess.
My waffle wedded wife. Till death.
HOW I SWEAT:
Under pressure, I usually relax with a long run, but I am going to be honest here. This week I absolutely just wanted to ditch my running shoes for Jeni’s ice cream and call it a day.
But this fleeting beautiful fall weather persuaded me, and I got my tired butt out the door — resulting in an unplanned and unusual 10k.
After about 4.5 miles I was almost ready to give up, but I agreed to push myself to at least 5 and then walk the rest of the way home.
Looking down at my running app, though, I realized my pace was much slower than usual. And suddenly, my drive for perfection and constant competition with myself took over and inspired me to perform a “broken” sixth mile.
I was a mile from home. So I decided to run as fast as I possibly could in that mile. Easy right? Yeah okay.
Hands down, the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I had to stop twice — taking 30 seconds to collect myself before pushing myself through the final strides to my doorstep. And while my heart was pounding harder than ever, I couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t perfect, but I did it.
Moral of this story? When the going gets tough there is one question you should ask.
What would Olivia Pope do?
Well she’d handle it. Like a champ.
Or she’d drink Bordeaux and eat chile lime cilantro popcorn.
I’m going with the latter.
Happy Thursday, kids.
Run far, eat well, drink better.