A while back I decided to bake a load of plain soda bread as an alternative to the usual cheesy variety, in readiness for my family’s visit.
I’d successfully made some a couple of weeks before, using a really quick and easy recipe. I thought it very tasty. Yum yum.
So, I set out my weighing scales, mixing bowls, utensils and all of the ingredients, put the oven on to warm up, and set to, to follow the recipe again. After adding each of the ingredients I put its container back in the cupboard or fridge.
When the dough was made and I was about to form it into 4 separate loaves I happened to glance at the jar of honey next to the mixing bowl.
Ooooops, I’d forgotten the teaspoonful of honey which should have been mixed with the other “wet” things before adding to the dry mix.
Disaster was threatening...
Not really, as I had just about enough in the freezer anyway, so I could have kept the failed loaves for myself and given them the original good ones.
So I baked them.
I froze 3 and kept one out to try a slice with my dinner. It was fine, just normal soda bread, not quite as yummy as the one with the tiny amount of honey or the cheesy one, but fine even so. Actually it makes excellent toast or garlic bread so is better than the others in some ways, and the other varieties are better in different ways.
Why on earth is she going on about this? I can imagine you asking.
Well, in my previous embodiment up to about 9 years ago (so pre Gupta for me), I would have got annoyed (very) and upset with myself. It would have wound me up: my perfectionist part would have been nattering on at me to abandon that batch and start again but include the honey this time. In spite of it being a hot and muggy day, it being my lunch time by then, and I also had other things I wanted to do.
It would have been a conflict between self and parts.
Instead, I just went with the flow, and all worked out well in the end.
So it occurs to me that often what we think is a mistake, even a possible disaster, turns out OK if we can keep our cool and go with the flow. Using Gupta techniques to help, until we are fully recovered at which point we can go with the flow like I did. After all, going with the flow is very Gupta’esque in itself.
I had done my best and left the rest. As the honey jar reminded me! But my best was good enough for success.
Having been forced to stop working aged 53 due to CFS, I was later diagnosed with Fibromyalgia as well. (With the added challenges of hypersensitivity to chemicals, smells, various foodstuffs, bright light, noise, etc.)
10 years later I found the Gupta Program and started my recovery. Wanting to pay back some small part of what I owe the Gupta Program I later volunteered to be a moderator in the Facebook Gupta Forum.