I’m ahead of schedule. Very rarely do I get to write that!
This year felt too slow. And sometimes obstructive. But a benefit is that I’ve had plenty of cause to reflect and review and, for this reason, I have a better understanding of both ‘the year that was’ and ‘the next year I want’ than usual.
I’ve selected my ‘one word‘ for 2018. It’s much more deliberate than what happened this year, my xxxx year. Continue reading
A little while ago I was reflecting on this: This year of “xxxx”
And now I can see, as it turns out, it was the year of what’s been hidden. Which has been both a good and painful thing.
I’ll be choosing my words for 2018 with care…
[I’ve changed the title of this post. It seemed to be attracting some unusual traffic as it was.]
So far, this year (this year of “xxxx”) has been a doozy.
As I wrote in the post linked above, I have that superstitious leaning towards believing that what’s happening at midnight of a New Year will somehow describe (or determine) the coming year.
At the transition of 2016-2017 I was hearing fireworks. But not seeing them. Was that an important distinction? I do feel like this year so far has been a little explosive. I’ve tried some new things. Maybe there were some fireworks. Or maybe those fireworks were only in my mind’s eye/ear and otherwise not quite present. Like the fireworks I could hear but not see. Continue reading