It’s funny, the past couple of years I knew what my word of the year was, way before the year started.
Today, I know my word with only 5 hours to go until one decade ends and a new one starts.
I thought I knew my word. I thought it was brave, and that I would use something I’ve made last year as a guideline to post on my blog every week. I may still do that, but not with brave as a focus.
You see, in the past year, I’ve become something I never thought I would become: pessimistic.
I lost the spark of playfulness throughout the year, and I fought so hard to get it back, but never really did.
This morning I realised that, and I vowed that I would do everything I could do to bring that back. Because, you see, having all sorts of physical difficulties doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to do the things I love.
Having all sorts of physical difficulties is a signal to do them with even more vigor than you would in the past.
And that brings me to my word of the year.
I had the word in the back of my mind for the past couple of days, but I really didn’t think much about it. And then I pulled an oracle card about the word this afternoon, and it finally dawned on me. I had found my word of the year after all.
The word is:
It’s been my word of the year before, but now it is going to be even more impactful than it was back then. Now it’s not just doing things that bring me joy, but it’s also living with joy in all I do. Finding the light in the darkness, and spreading it whenever I can.
The words “Joy Spreader” have been in my Instagram profile for ages, time to live up to it!
As I did with the word Stillness in 2017, I will blog on Joy and how I find it every week, hopefully culminating it into a memoir.