Word.

Timing and trying to get some small details from the remodeling finished up, I didn’t put up a tree or the decorated garland this year. Oh, I intended to and I did put up some decorations, and received a great “Merry Christmas” banner from my husband as an early gift, which filled up the peak in the vaulted ceiling beautifully.   I ooohhhed and aaaahhhhed over ornaments in shops, and even purchased a couple that struck me as special in some way.  Now, I have spent the last couple days packing up holiday decorations to be stored away.  I admired each small decoration as I placed it in the tote, saying a silent “thanks and see you later”.  I gave the house a “once over” this morning, my eye searching out that one decoration that didn’t make it back into the tote.  There’s always one, one that you notice in February or so, long after your husband has lugged totes heavy with glitter and pine up into the attic.

 

Originally, this post was headed in a completely different direction, my intention being to write of the holidays, of family, of friends, of celebrations.  But, today, I find myself reflecting on the year a bit differently, and with a different theme running through my head.  That’s the weird thing about writing, it can ~ and believe it ~ have a mind of its own.

 

I came across an advertisement on Facebook (there’s THAT again) for a company that wants you to pick a word as a goal, or an accomplishment or desire and then hammer that word into a metal circle, okay, a washer and then fashion a piece of jewelry. Now I am not big on wearing a washer around my wrist or neck on a piece of leatherette but, the idea is fun, and it’s just that it isn’t my style, not that they aren’t cute.  As I reviewed the ad, I wondered if I had a word.  Some pieces they featured offered the usual “courage” “hope” “faith”.

 

Oh, the word I would choose. I thought about my focus of 2017.  Family? Lake? Grandkids? Joy? All of these.  How many words can fit on a brass washer? Can I really only pick one word? Maybe I need more than one bracelet? After all, the word I choose today may not be my word tomorrow. Then what? Perhaps Procrastination would be a good choice for me.  Indecisiveness.   If Joy was my word for 2017…and I finally sort of narrowed it down to Joy…then my word for 2018 would be – what?

I thought about ALL my words.  I have too many words, woven together over the course of my days and are more like a weaving than a washer. Cloth to make a fine garment, a cloak or cape to envelope me, and to introduce me, and yes, to protect me.  2018 is soon to be added to my weaving, to my coat, and one of the words that will guide me, I hope, is INTENT.

Good 2018 to you.  Make it soar.  

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