Tuesday, 18 February 2014
My 2014 Word of the Year?
I like to be intentional with my life. That's not to say that I actually am intentional, but I always have great expectations of myself. I've spent the last 5 or 6 years trying to remember to be a gentle person. As in not sarcastic or rude or harsh. But I've been thinking it is now time to add another goal to that. Perhaps, I need to focus on the word "calm". My husband would agree with that! I have an penchant for hyperbole, and I go from unruffled to overwhelmed (aka, freaking out) in about 0.5 seconds flat. Hmm...that sounds a lot like my daughter. I wonder where she gets that from?
Then, I thought, maybe instead of picking one word for the year, I should sit down and figure out what I want my life to look like, and work on that. But that's getting dangerously close to excessive expectations again...as in, setting myself up for failure.
Then my beloved Scottish Nanny told me that I stay at home and think too much, and need to get out more. Which is true.
And who am I kidding? There's no way I'm going to remember and implement something for an entire year. I can barely remember a resolution for three days! (#squatchallenge? Oh yeah...)
So I don't have a word for the year. Or even a concept for the year. What I do have is my habits. I've developed a lot of bad habits since my son was born, and without changing those, I won't ever be the person I yearn to be. So I resolve to tackle one habit. Just one. Right now, it's sweeping the floor daily. I already wash my dishes most nights, and make my bed most mornings (but not last week, at all, for some reason. I wonder why? Probably because I accidentally pulled the curtains down, so the room is in shambles). So now, I try to remember to sweep the floor every evening right after I wash the dishes.
My word for the year? It doesn't exist. My word for right now is: SWEEP.