Pancake Day!!!

This is a favorite day of mine. It’s known as Pancake Day, Shrove Tuesday, Fat Tuesday, and Mardi Gras. Sure we all know about Mardi Gras. That annual carnival in New Orleans is legendary. (I’ve never personally been.)

A little background…

Since tomorrow is Lent, that means it is the first day of the fasting period remembering Jesus’ 40 days of fasting in the desert. So people often give up, or fast, something during Lent. Traditions of a Lent fast originated in the giving up of certain food.

Shrove Tuesday, the day before the start of Lent, is the day that you traditionally receive absolution from your sins before going in to the fasting period.

What often happened is that many cultures would gorge themselves on rich foods the day before the start of Lent, hence the name Fat Tuesday, which in French is Mardi Gras.

Where the pancakes come in is that pancakes are a food that allowed the cooking up of richer ingredients that a family would have at home.

A tradition that grew in Great Britain on Shrove Tuesday is racing while holding a skillet with a pancake in it. Depending on who tells you the rules, you must flip the pancake at least at the beginning and the end of the race. There is even an international competition that happens between the town of Liberal, Kansas and Olney, Buckinghamshire since 1950. Olney is the traditional birthplace of the legend behind the pancake races.


My posts came to a screeching halt there for a little bit.

“Oh no, he’s flaky!”

No. I was just hit by a figurative one-two punch. So before I tell my story, let me tell you a little about suffering burnout as an autistic person.

“Tim, everyone can hit a rough patch every now and then. You can get past this!”

Oh boy, the good ol’ “rub dirt in the wound” statement. I will tell you right now that autistic people encounter the same things as non-autistic people. But, they just don’t process things the same way. It’s a fact of life that doesn’t change.

For anyone, burnout happens whenever you are able to do self-care less and less, until you can’t do it at all. At some point, the dam overflows and you just can’t take it anymore. For most people, you can avoid this by watching a good TV show, having a good meal, or go out for an evening on the town. For autistic people, it may not be that easy. One of the toughest things is, for many autistic people, the ability to explain the burnout to someone else might have gone away. Since talking is a good therapy for anyone, you can see how that would throw a wrench in the works.

So for me, that burnout happened last month. After it was suggested to me to play hooky the next day, my good sense took leave and I did just that. It was good for me to live life on my terms for a day. Among all the possible fixes, that was the best relief valve available to me.

Unfortunately, flu came knocking at the door within a few days of that. I haven’t had a flu shot since public school. I also haven’t had the flu since public school. So it was a sock in the mouth to be hit with it.

I was the first person in the family to get it. I wasn’t the last.

I also was dealing with my web host not keeping my website up regularly. They were in Houston, and so I don’t know if their troubles had anything to do with the extreme weather suffered there, but I was done. So I had to shop for a new host, get things transferred, and make sure things were working.

In among all of this, I was still having problems with the effects of my burnout. I had lost the ability to put anything on paper. No blogs. No novel. Diminished social media posting. I just had nothing.