This year will mark the fourth in which I choose one little word. Rather than make specific resolutions, you choose a word to guide you through the new year. This year was difficult for me; my word eluded me. But I’ve been reading quite a bit of non-fiction lately, and I kept coming back to a sentiment in Gretchen Rubin’s book Happier at Home — bigger, living a bigger life. It resonated with me. The more I grow up (because we never really feel grown up do we?), the more I realize the limits I place on living sometimes. I can’t do this because it is too complicated. I can’t do that because it will take too much time. Enough. There is no time like now for living.
I looked back at my words for the last three years, and was struck by the progression. In 2010, I was striving for acceptance. After several tumultuous years, I was looking for healing and peace. In 2011, I’d found some of that peace and was ready to start embracing possibilities. Last year I kept moving forward and was ready to tell myself that I CAN (do anything). With the tools of those last three years in my box, I think I’m really ready. Ready to live bigger. Love more. To give and take. Bigger.
So far, the year is off to a pretty good start. A tropical vacation, farther away then I’ve ever been, with the man I love (and our first break since having children!). A growing business. A new endeavor teaching classes with amazing women. Children growing in independence. I think the year is looking bigger already.