Am I the only one who gets a bit of a thrill in putting up the new calendar? I also enjoy taking a few minutes and looking back at the old one, seeing all the happy (and sometimes sad) times the previous year gave us.
Last night, my husband and I welcomed the New year while at a gathering of friends, enjoying good food and playing board games. The boys each did their own things as well. It’d been a few years since we had a New Year’s Eve where we went out. Okay, I know I’m using the term “out” liberally…no fancy dining and dancing but still not at home in pajamas.
Our New Year’s Eve fit so well with my word of the year for 2018. We usually do stay home but I embraced going out. And had lots of fun doing it.
Shall I just confess? I loved my word last year! Usually, the word of the year fades for me by summer. Remembered only in late December. This time, the word, embrace, stayed put whispering suggestions to me from the back of my mind.
The winter doldrums? Ugh. No, just embrace this part of the year. Cozy blankets and reading books. Hot tea. Enjoy.
Easy enough to embrace the good stuff. Yet my word would whisper to me…just embrace this stage of teenage moods (as a certain child brought me to tears with sharp words in the ways only teenagers can utter them. I gave my mom the same grief but oh, it’s painful on the parent end!). It shall pass.
Bad moods? The end of the year melancholy (Yes, it showed up on my doorstep right on time Sunday afternoon)? Embrace it. Let it wash over you. Accept it. Let it go.
I suppose you could say I embraced 2018 right up until the last-minute. Did I do it perfectly? No. Did I have to pause and remember? Yes. Did I sometimes forget? Yes. However, the word worked well and served its purpose.
So well, I almost used it again for my word of the year for 2019. There’s not a law against using the same word twice. So tempting but I have a new word for 2019. Revealing it in tomorrow’s post.