Every year, between my birthday in October and New Year’s, I give myself what I call a “holiday period.” For three months, I try not to judge myself quite as harshly as I might during the rest of the year. During my “holiday,” I might have a drink or smoke a cigarette or sneak a bite of fish or stay out too late at a party, even though I know those actions aren’t contributing to how I ultimately want to live my life. But by giving myself that “break,” I’ve found it relieves some of the pressure I might feel during the rest of the year every time I turn down a drink, or don’t order the fish, or leave a party early. So while I might not always be a perfect yogi, or a perfect vegan, or a perfect father, I try not to feel guilty or anxious about the slipups I have during my “holiday,” or frankly, the slipups I have during the rest of the year too. I’ve learned that there’s no value in an emotion like guilt. It’s like empty carbs. They might seem to fill you up at the moment, but in the end they’re going to slow you down.
Remember that from Do You? This concept has been on my mind for a while and I was going to build off this and write this huge post about taking a vacation from yourself, but you need a complete relocation. Move and don’t come back. Not even to pay “Har-old” a visit. As I was brainstorming on how to expand on Russell Simmons’ idea, I started thinking about snakes and how they shed their old skin for new skin to symbolize their continuous growth. Poetry was born. I wrote this for you. It mirrors your current predicament. I hope you like it. Call it Skin I’m In.
I was between a rock and a hard place
Rubbing my head against the rough surface
My already stretched skin splits from my face
To the noise that makes predators nervous
It’s like taking off a sock inside out
Goodbye parasitic relationship
This new skin will not be your fucking couch
Lived rent free off your host, where was the tips?
Only left when I was watched like a hawk
My fresh new skin symbolizes my growth
Not just physically but mentally sharp
Recognize I’m anaconda in both
Rebirth is something I cannot avoid
Why a snake is my umbilical cord
I Love You!
She also tells the stories of her two grandfathers and three of her wealthy friends, who all started at the bottom and worked their way to the top. One grandfather, James Nicholas, started cleaning stables and launched a transportation company. Another granddad built a sheep station with 25,000 sheep.
Her pal Michael Kailis came from a poor Greek immigrant family and became Australia’s crawfish king. Friend Jack Cowin borrowed from friends to found the Hungry Jack burger chain, and is now the country’s “king of fries.”
James-launched a transportation company.
Other grandfather-built a sheep station.
Michael-started a small rock lobster business.
Jack-founded the Hungry Jack burger chain.
What do these people have in common?
An entrepreneurial spirit!!!
Har-old, you don’t need me to remind you, you won’t get rich working for someone else because it’s already in you:
Many Gemini are entrepreneurs because clocking into a regular job will just wear them out.
Being limited by someone else telling Gemini how much money they can make (a paycheck) does not rhyme with their spirit.
What is “working hard?”
Using your body!
What is working smart?
Using your mind!
Again. I don’t have to remind you of this because it’s already in you:
Gemini loves mind games.
Would you rather move mountains with your body or move ’em with your mind?
Why did you fall in love with what Gina Rinehart said instead of get heated by her comments?
Because you are money conscious!
I tried giving you freedom to roam but it looks like I need to hold your hand.
Which means …
Instead of being behind me you will be by my side.
It’s time to be Siamese!