Long hair is easy. You can always put it up if you’re having a horrendous hair day. But shorter hair is fun, and trying new styles is like getting a tattoo (fine, maybe a little less permanent). As an admitted over thinker, and decision flip flipper I find that a haircut gives me a little rush, and the change I’ve been craving. It will also grow back in 3-6 months, and I can’t afford to get a would be tattoo laser-ed off once I change my mind, which I know I will, before I inevitably change it back again.
So you’re twenty (and change) and you’re in your first place. Congratulations, sure coming home to a fully stocked fridge was awesome, but so is your very own…coffee table. There is nothing like entering a friend’s house and perusing their bookshelf. But many would argue that even more can be discovered by taking a peek at their coffee table reads. Are you an aspiring fashionista, an art nouveau connoisseur, an outdoor enthusiast? Have you ever thought about how much one little stack of books can say about you? I have, and here are some of my favorites…
Everyone seems to love this book. I know, I know. The main character, a dog named Enzo, is hard not to fall in love with. I really wanted to love the book just as much as my friends. Even the ones who don’t read all that often were suggesting it. But, the truth is I couldn’t get past the morbid storyline that unfolds as the book progresses. Without giving to much away I will say that a terminal illness is involved. I know that the relationship between Enzo and his owner is the focal point of the book, and that relationship is beautiful, but for me it was overshadowed by the depressing situations that continued to envelop them. Perhaps it is because I have gone through my own medical close call, and spent more than my fair share of time in the hospital. Whatever the reason, while I appreciated the unique voice of Enzo, reading this book was not enjoyable. Instead it left me feeling as if life is unfair, and made personal tragedy seem commonplace, an unavoidable reality that we will all face. Maybe this really is the case and that is the wisdom of Enzo, the dog who sees it all coming, but it still left me feeling disheartened.
As a culture we are obsessed with the idea of new beginnings, and this creates a clearly demarcated calendar of ups and downs. Watching the ebb and flow at the local gym is the best way to get a handle on this unspoken oscillation between who we are and who we want to be. Anyone with a gym membership before the holidays soon longs for the relatively quiet days before New Years hits. Then there is a nice little interval after the overzealous resolution makers exit and before the equally determined spring breakers arrive. Clearly we want to be in good shape, we resolve to workout year after year, so why does that determination fade by the time February hits?
I know that I have always been part of the guilty party, exercising and eating right in short lived jags, and clearly I’m not the only one who suffers from this all or nothing mentality. It may be easier to see things in terms of good or bad, but most days fall somewhere inconveniently between the two. You might want to decide you have failed, and set into motion the next round of self indulgent pity and new found resolve. But what if we decide not to pass judgment in the first place?
No one is perfect. Accept it.
How many times have the women gathered around the dessert table joked about the diet that starts the next day? No, the diet should start as soon as you finish that cookie.
Right now. Not tomorrow, not next week, and definitely not next New Years.
If you accept your failures and still decide not to give up, then you will never allow yourself the opportunity to backslide. My hope this spring I will forgive my missteps and continue to move (however slowly) towards the good.