Actually I need to make that plural.
Because not only will that garner more attention, but it’s the truth, and as you may remember, I am a fan of truth.
So here it goes…confession #1.
I wrote very little in 2022.
Why you ask? Well, let me tell you.
I was afraid of making waves. Of ruffling feathers.
I was afraid of angering people. Of causing hurt feelings. And creating rifts.
I was afraid of being a hypocrite.
But most of all, I was afraid that what I wrote what not worthy of being read.
I was afraid of not making a difference with what I wrote.
So I did what a real difference maker would do.
I made excuses.
Ironically, during this time, I was continually in touch with God, asking Him to reveal my gifts and to show me how to use them.
But instead of trusting Him, I ignored all those little signs He was sending and kept on recycling the above thoughts.
Productive. I know.
And confession #2?
As I pondered my ‘One Word’ for 2023, I realized I had absolutely no recollection of what my ‘One Word’ was for last year.
Zip. Zero. Nada.
Which in a roundabout way brings me to my ‘One Word’ for 2023.
Yep. I’m putting on my big girl pants.
I’ve even gone so far as to develop a plan of attack.
A Haiku a day.
Yep. You read that correct.
Each and every day I am going to write a Haiku.
Just 17 syllables a day. No rhyming required.
I’m not even going to require that it be nature related.
That shouldn’t be so difficult.
Curious as to how that’s going?
Well, I’m starting off strong! (As you can clearly see by the !.)
After my children (and their spouse/fiancés) and grandpuppy went back after Christmas (spread out over the course of 3 days) I wrote:
I am overcome with sadness; my heart aches each time I say goodbye.
I am the mom who wears sunglasses when saying goodbye to my kids. Always. Without fail. It has become a family joke. (Which may make you wonder how I could actually miss them so much in the first place.)
I don’t want you to think I’ve been an emotional wreck every day this week. I managed to get my act together after a day of taking down Christmas (and yes, I know the 12 days of Christmas are not over, but this is how I cope) and cleaning the house.
Sometimes cleaning and organizing are the best forms of therapy.
And a few nights ago:
Relaxing in the hot tub on a moonlit night gazing at the stars.
And this morning:
The sun creeps into the living room as I sip a cup of coffee.
You get the idea. Nothing mind blowing, just a means of holding myself accountable. And as a bonus, come December 31, 2023, I will have a nice little summary of 2023.
Feel free to check in with me from time to time.
I appreciate the added pressure.