Baked Oatmeal

Yesterday, my post was about handling expectations in a healthy manner so that it can help you on your journey. One person who follows my blog asked a few questions that I thought were interesting enough to delve into them for the next few posts, as a quick response would never be sufficient for these questions.

The question I will focus on today is, ” Why are we never good enough?” See I told you this wouldn’t be easy!!! Anyway, thank you Viveka, I really enjoy your comments and I am happy to give you my point of view. And that is just it, really there is no right or wrong answer.

In my world, I feel that I am good enough, but that also includes room for improvement. For me to take time out of my day to check in with myself, making sure that I am happy and on a healthy path; those tiny steps reaffirm my commitment to myself. It took me a long time to understand that to be able to stand on my own two feet and be strong in every arena of my life, I was going to have to be my biggest support system. To be supportive of anyone, you accept who they are now, but you are also laying the structure for growth and hopefully growth in a positive direction, ultimately meaning health and happiness. I don’t see wanting to improve as being a rejection of self, quite the opposite, I see it as total acceptance. I now see my flaws as a potential for growth.

I still remember some of my first classes in art school, the class critiques could be brutal, for some they left in tears after getting into heated arguments with one another. For those of you who have never had the pleasure of standing in front of your peers while they judge a result of your passionate fervor, your creation, I would probably relate it to someone critiquing your child and/or the technique by which you are rearing said child. Preparing us for the critique, my teacher stands in front of the class and and in her peculiarly patterned speech of annunciating certain words dramatically for effect, she says” If you make it through art school and actually become an artist, you will need your fans to put you up on a pedestal and you will need your critics to tell you the truth.” Ah, such a nice lady, I think of her fondly… (Please note sarcasm.) Anyway, what I did take away from those critiques started to prepare me for the real world, where everyone doesn’t have to like everyone else.

Having been a child of a very unfriendly divorce, I found myself taking on the role as a peacemaker in my family, always trying to make everything better for everyone else. Righting wrongs and rewriting realities so that everyone felt better about the situation. In the process though, I became part of the carnage, because I was trying to make beauty from the ashes of a fire I didn’t start. Until recently, I didn’t realize that I had this pattern of behavior or that I had continued it into my adult life. All that I knew was that I became extremely nervous and panicked in situations involving any misunderstanding. A lot of times, if it involved people that I knew well, I would intervene in situations where I didn’t belong or, if I didn’t know the people well,   I would completely disengage and detach myself from the situation.  However, it wasn’t until I realized that I can truly only control myself, that I started to experience true happiness. By letting go of control, I was allowing  others to disagree and work it out themselves and I no longer had to wait for everyone else’s storms to pass in order for me to feel joy.  If they want to fight and squabble to the door of St. Peter, that is their prerogative, but the only person that I needed to check in with to make sure that they are on a healthy and happy road was myself. Now that I recognize that flawed part of my character,  I can accept it for what it is and grow from a place of truth. It may be raw and hurt at first, but it sure is fertile ground and it is exciting to think of what I may grow into now.

Speaking of a healthy path, below I have provided a yummy recipe for Baked Oatmeal. A new successful recipe that I tried and is a great way to start your day.

Baked Oatmeal

Baked Oatmeal
Baked Oatmeal

  • 1 1/2 cups rolled oats
  • 1/2 cup brown sugar
  • 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
  • 1 teaspoon baking powder
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1/2 cup milk
  • 1 egg
  • 1/4 cup melted butter
  • 1 teaspoons vanilla extract
  • 1/2 cup dried cranberries

Directions

  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
  2. In a large bowl, mix together oats, brown sugar, cinnamon, baking powder, and salt. Beat in milk, egg, melted butter, and vanilla extract. Stir in dried cranberries. Spread into a 8×8 inch baking dish.
  3. Bake in preheated oven for 35 minutes.
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13 thoughts on “Baked Oatmeal

  1. *smile … there is always room for improvement with all of us – you’re so right. We can always be a little bitter better on something – like me and the gym, I could try a little bit harder – but I have no motivation what so every, because I don’t want to be there – but for my own good I have to do it. *smile – and like that it’s for a lot of things in our life’s. It’s good for us – we will feel better, live longer and take responsibly for the ones that we love and the ones that love us back. God, It’s only 8time a months for me plus the Zumba dancing – why do I force myself ???? I’m lazy and I like myself – with will not make any bigger impact to everyone in my life if I do it or not. Really like what you have written and I know exactly where you’re coming from and understand where you want to be. I’m sure you will do your bit .. little by little and enjoy doing it. Thanks .. for your post. Lots .. Viveka

  2. “For those of you who have never had the pleasure of standing in front of your peers while they judge a result of your passionate fervor, your creation, I would probably relate it to someone critiquing your child and/or the technique by which you are rearing said child.”

    This is so true. Nice post. Blessings to you.

  3. Brilliant post. I can relate to the peacemaker part completely it is best to leave them to sort it out themselves, it doesn’t mean that it may bring harmony to you yourself to help other people with their problems. It is best to look out for yourself and protect your own feelings.

  4. I hate turmoil. I love oatmeal. Watch me make this for breakfast :) Love your long posts of self discovery… I think we can all find a little of ourselves amongst your words. The art school critique… grrrrrrr. Sometimes I am shocked at the amount of experiences we share since you are something of a very happily accidental friend. Anyway, thanks for relaying such a positive message and such a beautiful recipe.

    1. Thanks. Yes, sometimes I wish self discovery could be short and sweet, but it tends to be spurts of moments here and there reminding us over and over again that we need to grow this way or that.

  5. I totally get that. Growing up in a household with a substance abuser, I also played the peacemaker and the fixer, turning into the “avoider” when I couldn’t fix something (or someone). Ultimately, that wreaked havoc on my first marriage. Yoga and Buddhist meditation has really been a miracle for me, and I think the last 8 years of my life have been the happiest because I can own my reactions and behaviors, but not everyone elses. Thank you so much for your post. And for the oatmeal recipe, which will be dessert tonight :-) Will be thinking of your journey, too, as we make your dish.

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