- we're all trying to balance SELF-indulgence in chocolates and champagne with SELF control and New Year's resolutions;
- we're all wobbling between our SELF-absorbed slices of me, mySELF and I;
- we're all struggling to make sense of the SELF-satisfied world;
- we're talking up our SELF-esteem; talking down our SELF-centered selves.
And yes, we can be SELF-sufficient on simple things like watching the sunset, stopping to smell a Christmas fir tree, or talking to a homeless person.
And yes, we swell with SELF-respect, remembering our American heritage, declaring our SELF-independence, holding "these truths to be SELF-evident, that all men are created equal," that all men shop at Barney's and all women look like Beyonce. We squash our SELF-absorbed selves, denying the gobs of SELF-serving egos, ids and I-pads.
We tend to be SELF-deprecating, making fun of our weak will powers, sharing SELF-destructive stories of less SELF-discipline, more SELF-doubt; less Zumba, more apple cobbler. After all, let's bring on those SELF-proclaimed, SELF-fulfilling prophecies like "the more shellfish you eat, the more selfish you'll get..." and order a plate of mussels, crab claws and lobster tails.
So, as we ring in 2014, let's get SELF-Righteous, right down to the nitty gritty.
My own New Year's Resolution? To thine own SELF be true. Take a SELFie.