(Title not meant to refer to Michael Jackson’s 2009 rockumentary of the same name, though let’s face it, the death of Michael Jackson affected me immensely and I still miss him, RIP MJ)
Every year bloggers across the globe write terribly thoughtful posts about their word of the year.
What is a word of the year, you ask? Well, allow me to explain.
After all, I need to fill this post with words about something.
Children, a word of the year is a word that you adopt as a short mantra, one that you hope will influence your life in a positive way for the year. It is a word that you can meditate over and remember in good times and hard times, and in all the in-between times. You choose it to remind you of an area you need to work on in your life, or for something you want to do more of, or to stop you from being such a jerk in a problem area. Usually we hope that the word will motivate us to change for the better, that it will manifest itself into our lives and make us a supreme version of ourselves.
Not a Supreme, though wouldn’t it be amazing to have Diana Ross’s hair for just one week?
In choosing a word, I try to think about what I had such a hard time doing the previous year, something that I struggled with over and over, something that I wanted desperately to change but couldn’t without picking a word from my native lexicon that has magical powers to make me a better version of myself. Last year it was Let Go, two words that reminded me of the movie Frozen but also inspired me to not let things
that my husband
does bug me so much.
It worked, but honestly, I need to Let Go more and it could be my word of the year for the rest of my years on earth.
But that is boring, so I’m picking another word. I’m letting you go, Let Go.
My word for 2017? Breathe.
As in: take a beat. Think before you speak. Don’t say it DON’T SAY IT. Breathe instead. Get back to basics. Simplify and detoxify. Breathe first, think later.
I thought of this word the other day and was all – way to go, girl, you found your word! Way. To. Go. Genius. Child.
Then I realized this was my word another year, I think. I’m too lazy to go back and find the blog post where I chose Breathe as my WOTY so let’s pretend that I came up with Breathe this year for the first time and I’m not just recycling words, hmmmmm?
Or just face it. I have deep-seated issues that maybe can’t be undone in a year by thinking about one word every couple of days.
Breathe in, breathe out. All the time, all year long.
Prompt #2: Did you pick a word for 2017? Share!