That Greek word is as lovely as it sounds. It translates to “the singular balance of the good and the beautiful,” which I have learned while re-reading Eat Pray Love. The peculiar thing about re-reading is that you pay attention to different things every single time, and it just so happened that this phrase struck a chord in me, owing to my situation at the moment. (So I will use this phrase in this context and this usage, as the definitions are not limited to just this one. )
Sure it sounds a little gruesome, but molting is all too parallel to people and the New Year. Animals that molt, like the snake, go through this painful process of shedding their old skin; scratched, worn, torn, and dirtied, all being replaced.
Contemplating on the fact that for the past four years I’ve been getting my hair cut on the last week of December, I’ve found it to be pretty symbolic, to say the very least. It’s the smallest gesture of “out with the old, in with the new,” and it honestly lightens up my whole being. It is in a way, similar to molting, or shedding something you’ve grown out of – or even grown tired of.
I believe that every year we leave behind many things – people, memories, mistakes, decisions – all of which have “scratched our skin,” giving us a considerable amount of scars to leave us thinking at the end of the year. But blessed are we for something more than a second chance. Every year we get a chance to do better, or stay the same, whichever we choose. But once you realize that you don’t fit in your old skin anymore and find it to be uncomfortable, you know that you can always shed your old skin.
If everyone else has given up on you, don’t jump on the bandwagon. You’re the only one who knows your pace. You’ll change when you will, and it will take time. It will be painful, but it will be worth it.
A year can go by with you noticing everyone else’s specks in the eye, but you can go without noticing the log in yours. This year has been a conscious year with regards to myself and how I act around other people and my behavior. I don’t make New Year’s Resolutions, so this is just a realization I’ve had, and maybe you could learn from it too. I believe that the best is yet to come in 2014. Another year to start things right, and be consistent; there’s always room for change, and it’s never too late.
Pride sucks life out of you, and it seeps into everything if you let it do so.
Just because something’s on sale doesn’t mean you should get it. (Things to avoid: Impulse Buying, because Buyer’s Remorse is more painful to deal with.)
Finish what you start: Blog posts, Graphic Projects, Sentences, and your food!
Pessimism is a soulless, bottomless pit.
You are neither perfect nor the center of the universe.
Soda everyday won’t bring you a day closer to a 100 years old.
“I Don’t Know” is the wrong answer.
Having a Yes Face does not necessitate stacking priorities. You cannot do everything at once. You might be mistaking this for multitasking.
Loosen up; be lame; be a cheeseball once in a while.
Allowing yourself to be offended is an offense. Yield that right.
Quit being so paranoid.
Watch what you say and post on Social Media.
Headaches are caused by your stubbornness.
Lay loose from the Naproxen, the Ibuprofen, the Tylenol, and other family members of such.
Someone needs to learn how to properly use a coin bank. It’s one way until you fill it up. It isn’t a Cookie Jar.
Stop saying “I love this (song/movie/show/person) to every single one that appears on TV or the Internet.
Being rude will get you nowhere.
Do not tolerate your moodswings, let alone complement them with sad movies and songs.
Opening the fridge every two minutes might not make you a little less hungry, but it will hurt the electric bill. Be considerate.
Learn to verbalize all the beautiful things you write down on paper.
Never quit on people. You may not be the king, but you are a kingmaker.