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.
