Every year, around this time, I ponder long and hard about my “word of the year.” Not for the year that is ending but for the year to come. By selecting a word for the new year, I hope to set its direction. I hope to frame my mindset. I hope to put in place a set of implicit expectations.
The last few years, my word has not worked that well. The word I picked for 2020 never had a chance with the onset of the pandemic. For 2021, I picked “decisive“. And, I somewhat succeeded but had setbacks. I know the powers that be selected vaccine as the word of the year for 2021. And, I certainly lived that word day in and day out since I’m in healthcare. The word for 2021 could have also been setback. We made progress and then stalled, sputtered and suffered setbacks. Or at least that’s how I felt this year. Although, others around me like to know my word should be “perseverance”. I suppose it could be.
But let’s fast forward to 2022. Actually, let me go back to the past of 2018. My word of the year was “joy“. I was determined to not let anyone steal my joy. And, it worked. I lived my word the best I could. I had a daily goal. As I look back at the past few years, I’ve come to realize that I have, at times, let others steal my joy. As they say in Spanish “no mas”. No more.
I’m reclaiming my joy. I’m recycling my word of the year. It’s simple and straight to the point. Joy. That will carry me forth.