I remember when my word for 2014 started niggling my brain. It was spring 2013 – amazing how these words can present themselves so many months ahead of time. I remember fighting it. Saying nope, no way, ain’t gonna happen. I figured I was just imagining things. It was the spring and there were plenty of months left for my true word to come to me.
I fought it long and hard.
The word was joy.
I recall in the autumn, telling friends and my husband on separate occasions that this word could mean an extremely hard year for me. And coming off a hard year, I really wasn’t looking forward to willingly allowing another one. One doesn’t take on a word such as joy lightly.
It was also during the autumn that I learned/felt that my word would be a two-in-one. I was in my car waiting at a light during my lunch hour one work day. I can’t recall how or why it came to me but I had this overwhelming sense that part of my focus of 2014 should be living my life to the fullest. As I thought about it, it made sense. It was the hand-holding sister of joy.
It was soon after that, with still much fighting, that I began to accept Joy-Full as my One Word for the next year.
Like years before I don’t know how this year is going to play out. It could be my hardest year yet. It could be one of my greatest. It could be both at the same time. And all of this scares me. The mystery of the great unknown and all that could happen there.
But for now, I simply take one day and one step at a time.
For now that’s all I can do.
