New
Years Resolutions have always made me twitchy.
I’ve
tried them, of course. I mean, any chance to write a list, right? #stationeryaddict
But I’ve
never really bothered to follow through in a real way.
Partly because
I’m hopelessly laid-back and partly because I’m a naturally contented person,
so the idea of making wholesale changes has never really stuck.
Mostly because
I’m not great with being told what to do. Tell me not to eat a Tim Tam. Go on.
I dare you. I’ll show you! Watch me eat this whole packet, right in
front of you. Take that!
But, in
the contrary nature of the human condition, I love the thought of a New
Year. It’s the ultimate Fresh Start. The chance to shake off the cobwebs. To take
a deep refreshing breath and do better.
Be better.
Which
is why I have fallen in love with the concept of Word of the Year.
Rather
than a list of ways to self-improve, for me my Word of the Year is a
touchstone, a way to gently tug me back to something meaningful.
For
example, last year my WotY was SIMPLIFY.
I
decluttered like crazy. Oh the bliss of a tidy house! I cut back – on worries, on endeavours that
sapped my time. I let go. Having that word as my touchstone worked. It made my life lighter.
This year
it’s MOMENTS.
For me that
could mean a hundred different things all of which speak to me at this point in
my life.
It can
be a reminder to stop. To breathe. To notice.
To soak in a bright blue sky filled with fluffy white clouds. To take a
moment to Shazam that song that made me dance in my seat. To see beauty in a wasp
flittering over the pool. To spend a minute soaking in the first Jasmine flowers
of the season. To look for accidental art in my coffee.
To put
not only the big events in our family’s yearly Jar of Awesomeness, but those small
moments, the forgotten joys – when my daughter tried to do a handstand in the
pool, failed, and laughed at herself with the most gorgeous lack of
self-consciousness. When my son made his Captain Underpants, fan–fiction comic book. When I forced my mum to wear a huge pink ‘birthday
girl’ badge the day we took her out for her 70th birthday.
These
moments are my bliss. My happy
place. My smiles. My delight.
I'm pretty good at knowing what they are when I see them, but this year I intend to bask in them longer. To
bank those feelings. To swim in the sparkles
till I turn all pruney. So that it will become habit.
And I can't wait.
So how
about you? If
you had a word of the year, what might it be?
