At the end of every year, I pick a word that serves as a guide for the following year. Actually, I don’t pick the word. I let the word pick me. I get quiet and get out of my own way, and the word becomes clear. It’s never a word I would have chosen through logic or reason, but it’s always the exact right word for me.
My word for 2011 was connect. I thought this would make 2011 a social year, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. In fact, it was just the opposite. I was so wrapped up in taking care of mom and her problems and plowing through a workload at the day job that bordered on impossible, that I lost myself. At some point service had to take a backseat to self-preservation. I’m in a better place now, but it’s still a work in process. Connect will continue as a minor theme into next year.
The irony of picking a word of the year is that it never plays out the way I think it will. This year I’m going into it with no preconceived notions. I admit I have no idea what it means, and like most years, the word scares me a little. Where attention flows, change is sure to follow.
In 2012, I will Shine.
Does this imply doing more in a visible way? Or perhaps it’s more of a state of mind? However it unfolds, I know I can have fun with this word. It has a bright, happy energy to it, like a sunny day is glowing inside me. And I’m all about a little happiness in my life.