I’ve got this! Took me a week or more. Actually a few months. Each year, just like Merriam Webster and others alike, I chose a word of the year. Sometimes it is retrospectively applied. Other times, I pick a word for the coming year to help frame my mind, spirit, and body.
Towards the end of 2018, I picked the word “joy” for 2019. I was determined to not let others steal my job. I was determined to pivot towards the joyful whenever possible. The same way elections are a referendum on the previous administration, so are my words, in a way. If “joy” was my word for 2019 you can imagine what 2018 had been like. I had some hard lessons to overcome, but 2019 was a strong year for me personally. I came out swinging in favor of joy, and joy found me. As did success.
While I welcomed joy and sought it out, I also bid my time. I was determined to be thoughtful on my next steps because I didn’t want to cycle back to pain. Let me rephrase. Pain is a part of life. It is ok to experience, in hindsight. However, I didn’t want to be “victimized” by pain. And, that is where I am leaving that because I am choosing to be free. Plus, I know my success really irks a few others. Ouch. That was not kind of me to say. But we all know a few others who are existentially threatened by one’s success, however defined. And, one cannot be defined by that either.
In looking towards 2020, it is the year of the rat. And, I am a rat per the Chinese calendar. I am not too sure what that means other than I am seizing the year. In looking for a word to frame 2020, I narrowed my list down to 15 words. That was a tad much. Included on that list was transparency (boring and wonky), velocity (but I’m not pretending to be the Flash), and momemtum (not a bad word but its to be gained or maintained). I wanted something strong to start off a new decade that would look good in pink.
And, thus I chose “poetically bold”. It’s a nuanced phrase being both simple and complicated. I had thought of using each word alone and then I realized they went well together. Alone, each word can be somewhat trite. Together, it captures a state of being that is meant to be strong yet beautiful. Bold colors. Bold tongue. Bold battles. Poetically framed. Poetic insights. Poetic justice. It’s all there. Last year my color was blue. This year, it’s sprinkles.
My quote to help frame it all:
“Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. The hands can’t hit what the eyes can’t see.”
Why did I choose this phrase? As a kid I had to be bold. As a kid I also told stories and wrote poetry following in my mom’s footsteps. This year is for her.