Delicata Squash Egg Bake

Sweet, creamy delicata squash is roasted to perfection and then baked with goat cheese into a savory filling breakfast egg bake.   

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So I’m driving home last night after teaching and I reached up to open the garage door using the garage door button in my car.  I used to have a remote, but, the garage door guy made the button in my car work a few days ago.

I also kind of got a new car, Mr. Hungry got a new car and I took his old car, which was a major upgrade from my 04 sun warped civic.  So anyway, I looked up for a second to try and find the stupid little button.  Before I knew it I had cut the driveway to close and ran over the giant rock in the corner of the front yard.

I would just like to say it sucks that we have yards full of gravel and giant rocks in Arizona but deep down, somewhere, I know it isn’t the yards fault. So I had to call Mr. Hungry and have him come outside to assess the damage and help me remove the car from on top of the said giant rock.

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH x a million more ughs

Needless to say, I was upset.  My immediate reaction was to profusely apologize and then continually tell myself what a POS I am.  For a few minutes, I felt like the worst human being on earth.  I felt stupid, worthless, and embarrassed.

I thought there was no reason for Mr. Hungry to love me because I was such a screw-up.  Ya, in my head, I went that far. I mean I had a nice car for about 3 seconds before I turned it into a junk car.  I must not be able to keep anything nice, I don’t deserve anything nice.  It would be one thing if this was the first time I’ve damaged a car at home, but last year I totally backed into the garage door.

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Luckily, it is most likely only body damage.  Mr. Hungry, god bless that man, just couldn’t understand HOW it happened.  However, after a big hug from Mr. Hungry, a few licks from Nala, and a spoonful of wild friends pretzel peanut butter (because that makes everything better right?)

I realized that my worth is not determined by something I did.  Actually, I realized my worth is not determined by my failures, just like I am not defined by what I do.   I definitely acknowledge that this was a good warning and that I do need to pay more attention when driving, but this was a much better warning than a real accident.

I feel like when we fail or something goes wrong, it’s so easy to be our own worse enemy.  To think others won’t love us despite our imperfections or we think it isn’t worth trying anymore.  It is easy to define ourselves by our failures and totally forget our successes.

Luckily, thanks to the Success Principles (one of the best books I’ve ever read) I’ve been working on my positive self-talk, so I recognized the negative for what it actually was.  A bunch of self-defeating BS.  Today, I’ve got to put on my big girl panties and clean up the mess I made.

I’ve got take the time to go to the body shop and figure out how to fix it.  I’ve got to learn from the experience, recognize it for the mistake that it was, be grateful it wasn’t worse, and move on.

Life sucks sometimes, we all make mistakes, but that doesn’t mean we are all totally incompetent.  I think it is how gracefully we clean up are mistakes that we should allow to define us, not the mistake itself.  Or, maybe I ran over a damn rock in my front yard and I’m justifying not wasting energy being upset about it.  Either way, at least I’ve got a healthy and delicious breakfast made for the week.

I had a reader request nutrition facts so I posted it here: Delicata Squash Egg Bake Nutrition Facts

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What about you?  Have you struggled with negative self-talk?  Do you have any stupid car stories?