Hello 2018. It’s nice to see you. The bar has been set pretty low for you. Try not to disappoint, okay? More love, less hate. Ultimately that’s all I want out of 2018.
2017 was the first time I assigned a word to a year and that was pretty obvious. As soon as I declared 2017 my year of balance I promptly forgot and really never revisited it. Oops. I’m not sure I achieved balance in 2017 but I do feel more calm and relaxed at the end of 2017 than I did at the beginning so that’s something.
I’m going to try choosing a word again. My word for 2018 is fire.
I chose fire because I found myself getting “fired up” about more things in 2017 than I have in awhile. From football to civil rights, I wrote passionately and vulnerably. I gave money to worthy causes and took to my blog to voice my outrage and heartbreak.
I can do more.
More love, less hate, more fire.
When I was growing up we had a word burning fireplace in our house. I always looked forward to the nights when we had fires. The sound of the fire crackling, the smell of smoke, and the ever changing flicker of the flames were simply captivating. I could stare at the fire for hours, lost in thought. When a rogue spark flew out of the fireplace I was snapped back to reality and reminded of how powerful fire can be. When the fire started to die down we added more wood until the flames were high and the crackles were loud.
That’s my vision for 2018. My year of fire. Find more of what makes me loud and passionate, more of what makes me change and grow. I have power over my own life. It’s time I lit my fire.
What’s your word for 2018? What does it mean to you?
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