I am joining the One Word project today. Setting aside years of angst and agony over New Year’s Resolutions. I was very excited to pick one simple word to represent the year to come. I even let the God of the Universe in on the ground floor.
Unfortunately, we didn’t see eye to eye on the whole thing. Each time I prayed about it, each time I turned it over in my mind, each time I discussed it with my husband, the same word kept coming up. And it isn’t the one I wanted. At all.
It smells of patchouli and bean sprouts.
It sounds like New Age chimes and breathy infomercial announcers.
It tastes overly sweet and just all wrong.
It isn’t “me” at all.
But maybe that’s the point. I’m much more comfortable with goals I can see and touch and boss around. The idea of building my year around a word like this is disconcerting.
What does it mean? Where will it take me? How will I get there? It doesn’t involve strategies or schedules or measurable goals or anything concrete. But it is growing on me.
Instead of the usual grind of guilt vs. accomplishment, this year:
I will listen when I pray.
I will engage my imagination.
I will create margins in my life to think, to ponder, to breathe.
I will be honest and brave about who I am and who I want to be.
I will wrestle with reality, with my grief and disappointments to make room for new possibilities.
I will dream.
So here’s my one word for 2012: DREAM.
What is your One Word this year?
