Three of them to be exact.
One on my left wrist from when I was a young goth punk. Out of anger, I branded myself with a lit cigarette a few times.
The second one on my right thigh from when I was five. I was asked to go grab a motorcycle helmet hanging from a parked motorcycle that had just been ridden. I was severely burned and had to be rushed to the hospital. It left a huge crescent moon shape there all of these years.
The third, a thin scar running down from over my right eyebrow onto my right cheek. When I was an infant, the babysitter failed to keep my diaper safety pins away while changing me (gotta love cloth diapers and dumb sitters). Naturally, I grabbed one of the pins (coupled with no motor skill control) I gouged my face.
Scars are significant in reminding us of specific emotions connected with an event that has happened. Sometimes an emotion that shapes us as a person with long lasting effects.
Upon examining my skin, I can see that the scars are still there but have faded significantly and like the scars, so have the emotions connected with them. I don't feel that anger, fear, and pain anymore and I'm grateful for that.
I'm really not sure why I'm writing this. It may not pertain to you, but if you can take something away from this, that's great too. It most definitely is therapeutic and applicable for me now and my future self.
As I sit, though, and think of an old year passing away and the birth of a fresh new year just hours away, I will continue to let time distance me, not only from negative emotions associated with physical scars, but from emotional ones too. I will choose to keep letting go. And god knows there's still work I need to do.
That being said, may 2015 catapult us further into fresh new adventures, inspirations, new growth, life, and excitement for what the future holds. And may new scars be (mostly) the only byproduct from taking risks in fulfilling our goals and dreams with no regrets.
Now let's pour a big glass.