Molt Like A Lobster
Did you know lobsters undergo molting? They never stop growing but their shells do, so they have to shed them regularly.
I originally intended to call this "Death Of A Crustacean" when I had conceived the idea for the entry a while ago, but I didn't like the sound of "Death" since it carries the connotation of loss or permanence. Ironically, the point was that I wanted to use crabs or lobsters since they're bottom feeders. Instead, I've decided to be more like lobsters; they may be bottom feeders, but that's not a bad thing. They do what they have to, and they've adapted to what is basically the lowest tier of aquatic dining. Not only that, but given they grow forever and molt their shells, they never really stop changing.
It's something I originally intended for the slightly self-deprecating connotation of being low rung, but in letting this idea sit for a while, my own personal growth has influenced the very basis of it to be seen more positively.
And, of course, that's what this is about. Growth. I've decided to not overthink things so much, I've actually decided to stop worrying at all where I can help it. Worrying doesn't change the outcome, so what good does it do?
I'm a creature of habit, and though I choose to resist the pattern of aimless worry and self-doubt, it's not simply a thought that ends it all from occurring; this is why I've chosen to be more like a lobster. I have the serenity to accept that I will forever be prone to seeking patterns, and that I will likely always be somewhat prone to worrying, but, like a lobster, I will continue to outgrow my shell. I will grow and grow, until I must molt my shell and develop a new one.
I will allow myself the shell, for it's in my nature to have one, but I refuse to stop growing, thus I must do away with it regularly. I will be okay if I worry, get anxious, so on and so forth, so long as I remember that I can molt the shell of fear by taking action.
Fear will have no hold upon me. Worry will be the force that powers my pursuits; where there is worry, there are questions, and where questions exist, so must answers.
I will molt the shell of worry for the growth of answers.
I choose to grow forevermore.
== Fuza