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Our story begins in Africa. It was hot, like really hot, and a herd of gazelle was trotting across the Serengeti. They were headed to the local watering hole, most likely to wash down their delicious grass lunch when, alas! A suspicious noise came from behind.

Being the carefree deer-things that they are, the gazelle paid little attention to the sound and went about their business. This was a mistake. Suddenly, a mighty lioness leapt from the grass pouncing on a cute baby gazelle. Unfortunately, young gazelle junior did not leave the watering hole on that hot African day.

But I do not weep for lost gazelle, as this is part of nature. Lions are at the top of the food chain, and gazelle, well they aren’t. And if lions are king of the Serengeti food chain, I say breakfast is king of the food food chain, right? I’ve been told it is much more important than lunch. Even more important than dinner.

I used to skip breakfast. That extra 10 minutes asleep just seemed worth the sacrifice. As long as I grabbed a double fudge pop tart on my way out, I was good to go. But I don’t eat as many pop tarts anymore. The past few weeks I’ve been trying out this new thing called cooking and the past few weeks I have felt most like myself than in a good while.

I attribute my renewed sense of self to scrambled eggs.

I’ve never been one to use a planner either, but I downloaded a to-do list app and I’ve been trying to stick to it. I haven’t been very successful. My problem isn’t that I don’t check my to-do list, but that I never have to-dos to check off.

To set goals you have to know both where you want to go, and how you want to get there. The latter is what scares me. I have these huge plans for my life, but I don’t know where to begin. I become overwhelmed by a fear of taking the wrong step.

See, I hadn’t felt like myself lately because, as my roommate puts it, my mojo was out of whack. I wasn’t doing anything! I hadn’t made any progress for so long, I forgot how to do it in the first place. This is where scrambled eggs come into play.

I’ll admit. Scrambled eggs are the easiest thing to cook, but I could never figure them out. I mean I stirred some eggs and called ‘em scrambled but they never felt right. They never really felt scrambled. They were phonies.

I watched a video of Anthony Bourdain explaining how to make the perfect scrambled eggs. I was intrigued. A fire was lit within me, I vowed not to stop until I could scramble eggs with the best of them. Obviously, it didn’t take too long.

Now, my mojo didn’t de-funk because I am now able to eat delicious scrambled eggs whenever I want. It de-funked because I decided I would do something, and I did it. While I may not be Iron Chef Ryan quite yet, I now know how to make really good scrambled eggs (the key is cheese).

I’ve noticed how easy it is to get caught up in my plans. How easy it is to get so caught up in planning that I never start doing. I’ve noticed how doing, even something as small as making scrambled eggs, leads to more doing. How sometimes the smallest step reminds you how to take one in the first place.

I’ve noticed how important breakfast is.