Emily over at “…and her glow has warmed the world…” turned me on to a cool, cool happening: a month of shared reflection lead by the folks at reverb10. And since I am such a sucker for New Year’s, new starts and new projects, this seems right up my alley…of course it means that I’m going to have to learn how to paste badges to my wall (totally beyond me right now.)…. and twitter…and lord knows what else. I think I already need a nap.
Every day they send a new topic for mental perusal. Like homework for your soul. Which is good, except that if this is the homework and they are the instructors, I’m the student that ran in 5 minutes late, without a notebook or course list and asks to borrow a pen…No matter, I’m here, just under the wire and ready to go!
December 1: One Word.
Encapsulate the year 2010 in one word. Explain why you’re choosing that word. Now, imagine it’s one year from today, what would you like the word to be that captures 2011 for you?
No surprise that my first impulse for 2010 is “challenge.” This was a hard, trying year. Not without it’s pleasures sure, but definitely a challenge. However, that’s not my word. I think that the word for the year isn’t “challenge” but “faith.” Hubby and I did an awful lot of closing our eyes, holding our breath and just sort of stepping out into the unknown, trusting that things were unfolding for the best. Honestly, I’m not sure how it’s all going to end up, even now. But I tell you what; I am so proud of him and of me and of us. The thing is, I’m a first child through and through. I like rules and structure and predictability. If I’m not exactly fearful, I’m definitely nervous. Even though I believe with all my heart that I live in a universe full of possibility, I’m still not willing to push my luck. I’m not convinced that I’m smart enough, quick enough or talented enough to find all the miracles out there. Someday, when I’m truly grown up, my emotions and my beliefs will be all lined up. To make that happen, I really, really need to push my comfort zones and this year we did just that.
As for next year, I’d love for my word to be “largestpowerballwinnerinhistory.” Okay, okay, you’re right, that’s cheating. But I would be happy if my word were “progress.” That’s all. I just want to wake up smarter and kinder, more skilled and, dammit, richer every single day. Heck, throw “cuter” in there, too. A girl can dream, can’t she?