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. )
Nothing beats knowing you’re above water again, after a grueling tussle with the darkest of shadows.
Happy is too much of an understatement, but it’s a good place to start. Learning the definition of happiness takes time when you’ve been thrown into an indefinitely-dated slump. But for the love of everything good and true, I am glad I listened to the voice that told me I could get back up on my feet.
Right now, I am anchored on happiness with the help of a few things like chocolate and uplifting music, but I also attribute it to the little steps I’m taking to better myself, and finally at the fact that things are getting better. I am learning not to be anxious about tomorrow, because my system automatically thinks of the worst possible thing that could happen after a beautiful and perfectly memorable situation has occurred. I am unlearning this, and I’ll be glad when I’m free from it. Even now, I’m claiming it and looking forward to the freedom that peace brings.
I’m absolutely thankful for every single surprise that the Lord bestows upon me, just to keep me grounded on His promise of joy. Everything is coming together, and despite a rocky, displeasing, and depressing month that I had to go through, I believe this time around it’s going to get better and better. There are always good things ahead.