So, every year I choose a word to represent the year. Actually, most years I choose three words. And usually I write a blog post about my words in December. Well, December is long gone and I never wrote the blog post.
And that’s because I felt uninspired about choosing a word–or words. Usually they come to me easily. This year, nothing. Was it because of the year in politics and current events? It was a tough one, no matter what your political persuasion. Was it because I have fifty-one projects going and can barely focus on all of them, much less choosing a word? Probably.
But two things happened to finally change this. First, we attended a Burning Bowl service on New Year’s Eve. This is a most wonderful event that I love. You go through a whole process of writing down what you want to let go of and then literally throw it in a huge flame. There’s something about sitting in a candle-lit sanctuary with hundreds of other people all focusing on intentions that is wonderfully affirming. And while at that service, I read something that has stayed in my mind ever since.
Every moment of every day is a new beginning.
I have so many things I want to accomplish (witness the aforementioned fifty-one projects) and sometimes I get caught up in what I’m not doing. Not taking all the steps. Not eating all the vegetables. Not writing all the words. But if I can remember that every second of every day I can begin again? That is hugely comforting. I don’t have to do all the things at once! And if I fail, in the next moment I can begin again.
The second thing that happened was, funnily enough, in another church service, this one called a White Stone service. The white stones come from Jerusalem and symbolize freedom–because in biblical times when prisoners were released from jail they were given a stone to remind themselves of freedom. One thing that happens during this service is that there’s a meditation wherein you get a word.
My word came to me immediately. Breathe. As in, with every breath, a new beginning. A new chance to begin again. Freedom. I don’t have to do all the things all at once. If I feel like I’m screwing up, I can go back to my breath and remind myself–begin again. The best part of it is that my breath is always, always with me.
So that’s my word and I’m excited to see if I can remember the simple instruction it gives.
Do you have a word–or words–this year? Care to share? Leave a comment!